Take your time. You need to look again and again before giving something its name. Wounds heal and pain disappears if you just let it dry up on your skin; it succumbs to nothingness from within your cells creeping back
What an irony for humans to look for change when it occurs every split second. It already existed way before Adam starts to breathe, far longer than the lifespan a human can count. We always wait for seasons for leaves
I’m sorry, I changed Like the waters in the sea Spewing sand in every movement Taking stones whenever I flee Waves rising, crushing bones Kissing the sky, embracing thorns It’s a movement with no direction It’s a melody with a
You pictured yourself as a walking chaos, a storm of ambiguity A weathercock not knowing Which direction to point You described yourself as someone Who never knew his true name Always walking, always searching for what he was really called
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