Whispering tunes
Of love
To myself
To keep going
To keep
Believing
Quit reminders
That miracles are real
In the void
Of white noise
These whispering tunes of love
Keep me pushing forward
The little idea
About a deep connection
With
One of these faces
Keeps me
From drowning in the deep
These short poems
that I write to myself
Are here
So I can
Stay myself
And not get lost
In the sea of razor blades and bad dreams.
-CH 8.11.23
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