I write because light paper can carry things
Things that are too heavy
What am supposed to do when I don’t have my journal
Am I meant to feel things?
Ask whether it will be ok?
It shouldn’t be my job alone to do this
This paper should help me
That is why it is here
When life is hard
When life is anything but good or mundane
When it is all too heavy for my body
For my heart
For my brain
The paper
So lightweight
Comes without the fear of cracking
Our next life will always cost us this one
Soon the fun of it all will wither away
We can only pray that we're able to make the most of it
When the fires are lit
The spring rain comes down
In warm droplets
Soaking through my gown
My bare feet splash in the puddles
The power of the rain making me feel humble
As we are both up in the cosmos
Both wearing dresses of silk and satin
We happen to bump into each other
I see in your eyes a vision
Of an entire galaxy as one
Comments
This feels like something I feel a lot too.
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