i try to stop and smell the roses and listen to the trees for they have witnessed much more than i i know my ecosystem,…
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Present to an Ever changing world to push forward and for change and bring terrified of it Change is inevitable and I welcome it. good…
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Moments that are yours, fragile and special. They’re crushed in my clumsy hands, and rot as I peer into them. I warp myself into the…
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I liked when the sky opened up, and a giant hand pierced the atmosphere, And erased and erased. Until there was nothing else. There was…
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A lot of life is trying not to get triggered by things you thought you were over. Things like shaving or friend groups of three.…
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The predictive algorithm had given a sage and foreboding warning against biking to work. I consulted the wife, who (as per usual) claimed the disembodied…
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The past tense is so pretty. Everything seems better in the past tense, right? When we think of the past, our brains lather the bad…
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A subtle rhyme of light is A distant thunder in darkness is A smooth cloth of wispy grasses in the sand is A figure darted…
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Marsh for Miles Ospreys wait for attack This is Gods country yes This is Gods country yes Sandpipers mingle with the crabs Stepping on their…
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I never thought of my mom as a young girl I never wanted to I never could have She’s always been an adult to me …