Allow the spaces between your fingers to remain empty for awhile
I promise it will be alright
Let them stretch and grasp at the cool morning breeze
And smile when they come back numb
Unable to even warm themselves
Forget the horizon
Tunnel-vision inwards without becoming drunk
Turn a deaf ear to… well, everything
Give your heart permission to talk to itself
And don’t you dare drop eaves
It mulls out its own problems
It doesn’t need your help, after all
Once you’ve come to terms with the voids
That you’ve allowed to form
Between your fingertips
Curl them inwards and hold on tight
The wind that you once reached for
Will let you take hold
Evermore in love with the world it knows intimately
It will introduce you
And you will be glad for the brief time you spent
With spaces between your fingers
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