each memory’s
a crack
into something much
deeper,
trapped frozen
in ether
holds a heart
of knots
the mind can’t
unkink–
despite what its
clever self
thinks.
hands in the garden
reflection + romance + release
each memory’s
a crack
into something much
deeper,
trapped frozen
in ether
holds a heart
of knots
the mind can’t
unkink–
despite what its
clever self
thinks.
hands in the garden 
“the mind can’t/unkink” very interesting line there
The line can certainly go several ways. 🙂 Thanks for taking the time to read.
of course!