Adventura, Poetry
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Words & Numbers

I’ve been stumbling around
trying to figure out how
these numbers
could fit
with
these words.

I’ve been trying to fit both
into the spaces between my teeth
but my teeth are worn tired
from clashing.

I’ll have to choose
one,

one
nourishes the soul
but the other
nourishes the house,

who decides
which deserves
to survive?

Don’t ask me,
I can’t decide,
I’ve been trying
all my life.

Can I keep
walking the line,
pretending choices are
optional
to make,
living life
constantly
in between?

Maybe this isn’t life,
maybe I’ve been dreaming
all this time,

maybe my words
never did rhyme.

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Hi, I’m Emily and I like to think of myself as a kaleidoscope, but one that ranges from a spectrum of commitment issues to emotional hoarding, all circling around varying shades of anxiety. People say I have trouble ‘staying present’ and I’ve found that daydreaming becomes significantly less acceptable in your 20’s.

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