Spilled

Ink drips from the stencil

Held loosely in my hands

My conscious filled with thoughts

Yet I can’t seem to grasp the concept of letting them out

If I reveal the wonders on my mind you’d come too close

I need you far away

Air leaves the room when you are near

May I admire you from a distance?

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