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Pirouettes through puddles, everything shines at once.Overwhelm me into laughter. What a wonderful world! So confusing, so straightforward.Glass walls, darkness insists, an illusion everlasting,spotlight moving. Listen to me! Fall down, get up.Smile at the sun, the rain, especially darkness.A beautiful reminder– Change! Golden memory, glittering sun, A bow in thanks forthe opportunity.
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In a forest—crouching, stepping, carefully dodging long vines that hang like snakes from a canopy of trees above. The dirt is dark and wet. My boot crunches, but when I take my next step, I’m barefoot. Naked. Rain begins to fall. The clouds are alive with brooding darkness and raging thunder. Shadows are released when…
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Bright blue eyes. “Wanna dance?” Hands meet–warm, uncertain, holding questions both real and imagined. What’s your name? Where you from? Do you feel lost too? Music wraps around us, a pulse of hope and doubt guides each step we take. It’s just a dance. So dance, let the moment hold what words can’t. Overcome with…
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I bend down—warm, almost hot water runs down my hands. I close my eyes and before the water can touch my face—I’m in your bed. The bed is made, the TV—the huge TV in the huge room, and I’m on the huge bed, alone. Our entire past, present, and future were sitting with me and…
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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…
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We weren’t a good match. You tell yourself or hear yourself say these words without actually understanding what it is you’re saying: It’s over. I don’t need to doubt myself, right? My value isn’t determined by this single person—despite it sometimes feeling that way… I invested time. I opened myself up, and for awhile, it…
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I ask for signs and I get them. I wish to be someone else, I become her. And yet… these rancid, decomposing thoughts keep bubbling up from some hole of death and flames. So here I am again, asking—pleading—for the ability to let it go. I’m tired of feeling angry. I know, I know, we…
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It’s hard to find the right words a lot of the time…and sometimes I don’t know who I am, and I unfortunately met you when I thought I did. So I said things I didn’t mean and didn’t say what I meant. Like cords crossed and fraying, I felt too much and started crying, electricity…
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Shadows lurk in broad daylight. I didn’t know how many of them I’d become friends with, unknowingly(?) bringing them along with me to each new house I live in, or new town, or new job, or new relationship. I held their hands and helped them settle in. I’m 28, an age that feels full of…
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Feelings explode inside of me as I blindly wreck havoc on the people around me. Aware but my awareness is clipped in it’s cute little car seat in the back, watching as something evil white knuckles the steering wheel. Is it evil? They’re grinning, cackling! Jesus, that’s inside of me? I feel it, and it…
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