
the multitudes
They are multiplying
And am I shocked to lose touch?
I need to ask myself several times what I meant last night
What are such feelings to a light and untethered heart?
If my mind was half as free as the hassles floating in the corner of my vision I wouldnβt have to be here
The wind and seas were calling me
My indecision cast me into fear
Tear me from it I donβt care
I carry every multitude I can
About the Creator
Ann Crafter
I believe that art exists to express emotions so specific/unique that one requires an unconventional outlet to display them.
Everything I write makes sense to me; each word has a place and provides clarity to my being.




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