Half finished knitting, lying like a sad multicolored cat on the table.
A half crudely cut curtain grimacing at me from the shadows
Half done.
Projects I intend to finish but never do.
I do things by halves. Perfect halves.
Except love.
That’s heart and soul and pieces of flesh.
Imperfectly whole.
And that’s why I’m finished. Complete.
Ended.
You came into this halfheartedly.
And now I am at a loose end.
(C) Slumpless
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Beautiful words! Thanks for the post.
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Thanks so much for reading. Keep fighting and remember sometimes it’s ok to rest 🙂 that’s what I tell myself anyway x
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