“Write!” I plead with myself
“Write!”
Write, and take in all that is seeping from these cracked masks
and loosely clawed fingers attached to…
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“Write!” I plead with myself
“Write!”
Write, and take in all that is seeping from these cracked masks
and loosely clawed fingers attached to…
…While I have not lived your life
I have lived mine
And mine has lead me to exactly who I am today…
Evening light dimming
Between two times and places
Existing and not
So much love to give
Like the infinite skies holding all possibilities…
Nothing lasts forever
Neither episodes nor greetings
One day, none left
No more
I race to catch them
but I turn around the thick green corner
brushing against it with a rustle
and I can’t see their outline ahead anymore
all I see is green and shadow
down the leafy corridor
…
Burning coals may have been smothered
Bitter nettles, processed
Until now, cooled and shredded, harmless
As long as I take care
To never swallow them again
Words escape today
Stanzas run the other way
Is there nothing left?
Before I know it
Not for the first time
I wonder why I’m here
And I want to become tiny again
July 11, 2025
When she lets you in, everything will change.
You will not be in our world anymore.
The world will swirl around you
and her
and her
and her.
.
July 7, 2025
(Reflecting upon the potential future romantic success of a friend.)