My days are mapped in scribbles of all the paths I've walked.

Journeys back and forth through my house.

Trips repeated.

Ghost steps worn into the wood and carpets.

Lines and arcs delineating the minutes and hours.

You can find my days of drudges, of depressions & overwhelms; smudges set wide.

But you can also find my days of joy.

Light skips and dancing twists; filigreed flows.

The joyous days colored by paths entwined with another.
#cosopoetry
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