I search for
Solitude
By drowning
My noisy mind
Under mild
Shallow currents
Of bubbling stars
Fingertips writing
Useless
Over and over again
Into the soapy
Thick filmy residues
Magnetized to skin
Inefficient tides
Trying to soothe
My worries away
Impractical lines
Being drawn
And then
Being erased
In this pleasant
Bath I made
Thank you Byron for giving me 5 words.
HASTYWORDS 
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Noisy minds are the writer’s curse–you caught it perfectly here.
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Gorgeous!
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miss baths.
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So prettily worded, with such undercurrents.
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I’ll join you in that pleasant bath! š
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It’s big enough š
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