fitveggielife

Butterflies and warmth. Goosebumps and geese. Green and yellow and orange, crispy leaves crunch under my feet. A breeze that brings with it a fire some 20 or 30 miles away, mixed with the feathers of birds, pine needles, and sunshine. Night comes sooner, but the time hasn’t changed. The turning of time, the turning of seasons, the turning of… me? How many revolutions do you make in comparison to the earth? A child grows up in front of you, how much do you stay the same? I’m pinned to the wall, watching and waiting. I brush my teeth every morning, sometimes I forget to floss. The season changed before, I was somewhere else. Someone else. But still me, still hanging on the wall, but a different wall. I see people hanging on the same walls they’ve always hung from, sagging and soaked with tears they haven’t cried. What does it take to let go? Change with the seasons, migrate with the ruby-throated hummingbirds and bar-tailed godwit. Who are you? I didn’t know, I haven’t known but I’ve always known. A slow, vibrating, enchanting, magical, cursed shadow, not my shadow, a snake charmer, I’m the snake, and you have me in the palms of your unmoving, cold, worn, hands. It’s my fight, it’s yours, do you want to fight? I could die and you’d still hold me. It feels like protection but it’s… the past, the fear, the generation before, and before and before. I want to be like the season, I want to spin like the earth, I want to collide with shooting stars and make wishes and fly.