Public Drafts

i like writing so here is that

[publicdrafts]

I miss the smell of your hair after a day of not seeing you

Like a part of me could ever forget the warm wood musk that marks you

A part of me wishes it wasn’t so unique

So that I could sense your signature on the subway

smell it on the skin of another

But that day has yet to come

your shirt you left me has lost its stench

I’ve made it my own now

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Thoughts

I miss

when my mind would go blank

and I didn't have to question

the lack of thinking

so instead of thinking about thinking, or my lack of thoughts

I would fully relax

let myself be in the present

instead of worrying about not thinking my thoughts

Because God forbid I spend one second not working

not worrying

not living in the what if's

God forbid I enjoy the present

and stay in reality