Parts of me

My mind is scattered in pieces.

Like marbles rolling off in different directions on the floor.

And the more time I spend, gathering my thoughts and sentiments into order,

the more they keep slipping away.

Sliding away from my fingers and rolling off of my palms.

Out of reach. Out of sight. Out of the hold of my sanity. 

Maybe I've already lost it.

Maybe I'm in the process of losing it.

Maybe it's all in my head.

But what if it isn't?

What if I'm thinking things and moments and thoughts, into and out of existence?

Or if it's my imagination, cruel and deceitful, a bittersweet version of the truth. 

Compelling to the eye and the mind.

A trickery in disguise, a lie. 

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