i write because
sometimes
the words that come out of my mouth
are halting
and misshapen
but when my fingers touch the paper
worlds open
colors blossom before my eyes
the same words
that were broken and listless
written with the ink of my voice
can create galaxies
and with the breath of a billion stars
i rise.
one I sat with my toes just barely breaking the water, Watching it run freely with a jealously hardly contained. I wanted to freeze it...
concept: my hands become gentle again. i am not afraid to touch, for i know my hands will hold you softly. my claws retreat. i do not...
life is terminal. what you once loved will pass into shadow. the oceans are boiling, the icecaps are melting. our children will not call...
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