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grow up, child
i wonder if this is the best version
of myself. what could have been
and what never will be. the things
meant to be and the things that
are. was it worth it?
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wake up
every now and then, i am lying in bed
and want to wake up so badly i could
scream for it. surely this is not all there is.
surely this is only a dream, a bad dream,
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someday
someday it'll be too
late. someday you'll wish
you had hugged them tighter.
you thought you would see them
again. you thought
endings didn't happen this way,
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instructions on growing up
If you wrap your hand around your mother's wrist
your fingers will touch. How
do you come to terms with that? How
do you learn that your father's shoulders
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event horizon
event horizon–
boundary of a black hole beyond which not even light can escape–
a point of no
return
so imagine, my dear, a color
that is not a color
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hurricane
there's a hurricane tomorrow, but we still
have school. hurricane, and you can smell it
boiling on the horizon, a heady, light-headed
sort of feeling, but my brother and i
Loves
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Happiness
I have come to realize that the most tender thing is not pain, but happiness.
So random, so elusive, an intangible wisp in the void.
I can't control how long it stays, before it
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The Stories in Lines
In each person, there’s a story,
one you may or may not know,
but in every person,
there are hints of their long story,
such as in their beauty.
Around their mouth,
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Stretching to Infinity
There is this idea that children have a fear of storms. The distant rumble of thunder a warning to run to their parents' bedroom, throw back the covers, and burrow deep into the familiar warmth.
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Rest Now, Carriage Horse
You do not have to walk with troubles,
nor carry the burden of those who abused you
through sweltering heat and bruised winters.
You will not be a worker, but an earthen animal. -
The River Speaks
There is a web and it holds us.
Pieces come apart so we help rebuild it.
We are a species that has forgotten our place on the web, so the earth reminds us.
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The Void Is Nice and Likes Tea
I smiled at the void
and the void smiled back.
I dipped my finger into it
and got lost in the darkness,
like an ocean, ever reaching.
Water filled my lungs instead of air.