07/02/25
Jasmine.
Or vanilla.
Something warm.
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I can stare at the ceiling and call it a sky,
or close my eyes and make one up.
I can hum a song without a name,
or let silence stretch like a yawn.
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I can sit here forever,
or leave without a reason.
Just because.
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I can walk where the streetlights spill gold, or not.
I can eat cake. Or not.
Like where the wind drifts—nowhere, everywhere—
simply because it can.
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No one tells it not to.
Tonight,
I am it.
8/12/24
Something is shifting beneath,
A tremor I can’t yet name.
I know is near, but I don't see it.
There is unease in the not knowing—
When will it come, how it will arrive?
Will I grieve what’s leaving?
Even if I don’t yet know its weight?
Newer things will come,
But the certainty brings no comfort.
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​Perhaps all I can do is wait,
Let it come as it will,
And hope I’ll know when it arrives—
What to hold on to, what to let go.
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And pretend I knew all along.
16/11/24
Light falls through the window,
quiet and warm
The day starts at noon— unhurried.
Things grow slowly—plants, thoughts
Not rushed, just allowed to be
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Humming softly,
Old songs play in the background,
It's happening, nothing forced.
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Oh! The simplicity of it all,
How easy it is to overlook
those details.
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But they make everything whole—
The spaces between the noise,
the things left unsaid
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What’s made comes from this place,
Where stillness and chaos meet
In the unnoticed,
Where things simply are.
