Messy bits 

The thing is,

No one talks about the messy bits,

The nights you stay in,

And just do nothing,

And everything,

The places you unexpectedly end up,

Or the things you unexpectedly feel,

Deja vu or old sorrow that you thought was lost,

No one talks about the irrelevance of these small bits,

But they are the small bits,

That make us sigh in relaxation,

Tense in silence,

Laugh in defiance,

They are just like you and I,

Significant and yet so blissfully unaware 

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