I need focus
Need something to distract
From the past emerges so many things
Most of which I swore to leave behind
But they have come crawling back
Erupting at the opportunity
To force themselves into the gaps of where you were
And these hobbies, these destructive saviors
Are company in your wake
Are the breath that comes
Are the frenetic energy that forces me through (among...other things)
And now that you are on your way back to me
They are dying
I can hear their screeching pleas and
Feel their claws digging into habits with resistance
Good luck
Because everything falls away
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