Open Window Wanderer

Peering in on realities more magnetic than mine.

The feeling of entrapment is fairly fictional.

But I acknowledge that I am,

  entangled – ensnared – captively confined.

The bearer of bad news personified.

Apologetic in tone,

  in self to self sessions.

I haven’t been thinking in the shower lately.

Non-commitment is reaching new heights.

A crisis of creativity.

Though that all means nothing now.

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The window is open…