These Walls

forgot I wrote this, and found it when writing down another poem

the fog this morning is slowly rolling in,
or back, it's hard to tell
sky is lighting up with colors;
etching back the black of night.
embracing music: it lifts my spirits,
whisks away my troubles for now-
just for now, because they'll be back quickly,
but right now I'll pretend it won't collapse again

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First four lines were awesome. Sat there reading them over and over