Wow. My mind went many places and got dark. I will have to see what to make of my stream of consciousness. Ancient is the word.
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Tired tired tired
I feel old, but I’m not ancient
I feel old and very impatient
my words are garbled
my sight is leaving
how can I hear you
I just can’t contain it
my disposable self
was put on the shelf
Ancient things decay, they rot,
they point fingers at museums
things stolen from lands colonialized
Why oh why must we be so barbaric
ancient belongs in its original home
~RuthScribbles