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Something about dreams
I enjoy them but not the
waking up from them

My heart and my sleeve
I need to care for them both
and separate them

Changing one middah

is harder than learning Shas,

said Rav Yisrael

I'm beaten up and
you should see the other guy
but know that he's me

Make space for someone
else's insecurity
to interrupt yours

Remember

via Haiku Horizons Prompt

It seems to me that
it was the space between us
that made and broke us

I keep forgetting
that people don't remember things
the way I do

It's not memory;
things that happen stick to me
like barnacles do

Things stay in my mind
as if they're happening still
is that memory?

Maybe I can learn
to remember differently
and less painfully

It's hard to forget
but maybe if I forgive
I'll remember hope

Will I remember
late in life as I do now?
I wonder and pray

They are mean to me
but I need to control them
I think of my thoughts