for the day I'll think about life

While brewing these reveries, hot with the suddenness of thought, 

This whacked mind pondered a bit

On the uncertainties, 

Fooling with intentions and desires

To be someplace else, where I can

Think, unbothered. 

My hand weaving through the water, 

A pond, almost an ocean, of the rust and salt which once flowed for the ones who 

Were in talks, for their obsolescence. 

Tsk, just let it be.

So much has happened that it doesn't even matter if I am loyal to these feelings, to improve, be better for someone else. 

I'll give in this time. I'd rather think about life and the stitches it gave me, to become a sweater of my own. I'll keep myself warm in these cold days. When your woolens will momentarily shrink, priorities reduced. Just like mine.