Bleed Through
Have you ever noticed those times
When it feels as if something
Is trying to bleed through
The pages of life?
You can’t quite put your finger on it
You dare not name it
But in that moment you can feel it
Touch it, even taste it
Afterwards, you wonder
Did I dream that?
Was it my imagination?
But the answer boils up from below
No
It was as real as you or me
No
It was more real even than that
Comfort
Stillness
Peace
Thoughts
Apparently I went to Miami once. I remember it but only when I see the pictures.
Did I go?
Am I still there?
No, I’m freezing in the Midlands.
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