Journey

You are my sometimes.

You take my world inside
And breathe it out
Imperfect, 
But a little cleaner.

Twenty years I’ve journeyed
To find you coy.

Should sails inflate
And take me on, 
Or do you wait
Anxious on shores
Oblivious?

Although
I know
You’re toxic.

- 7/29/26

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