Anchored

I used to bare it all on my wrist

My heart on my sleeve

So visible

Easy to capture

But now my walls have been

Shut. Closed. Sealed.tight.

They are weak and strong

At the same time

I’m so complex

I’m a walking oxymoron

I feel empty

I feel anchored by

this “new reality “

Is not what my heart longs for

It longs for hugs and kisses

“I miss yous ” that turn into late nights

Wine, champagne , the fancy vodka

The perfect splash to bring the tempo back onto my veins

I want to hear my ears ringing again

I want to feel the beats at my fingers tips

I want to close my eyes and want to open them so quickly

Because I don’t want to miss a thing.

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