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Wild Fantasy

Mountains sway to rain clouds.
Trees stand strong.
Nothing can uproot them.
Sky at their feet, or roots.
Thunder cracks at night.
Thunder cracks with the sun.

There is too much to see.

A 2-inch flower stands tall
Among the 293 ft mountains.
Earth hugging the plant with all its might.

Upside down in a puddle.
You can see the Lord reflecting in the petals.
It stands there

More real and true than a structure that exists 467 miles away.
The sun is false. The clouds are false.
Wind on my face is false.

The only thing that feels true is the tiny ant
Holding violently to a small leaf.
The only black spot in this world of endless light.
Blinding white.

Where would you focus in this wild fantasy?

~insight07

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Circular

Bodies of labour.
Organs of effort. Put together.
Sometimes I wonder if the insides of me are as dark as the universe.
Maybe.
I studied commerce, business, and communication.
All my life.
Please excuse the use of professional language from time to time.
My mind wanders away during productive hours.
Lovers, strangers, planets fill me up
I see clouds play with the light as they cast shadows on the land.
They are still. A painting I swear I could fall in.
Ten hours. Ten days. Ten months later.
The clouds have painted a brand new world
Right outside my window.
For me to see.

Time is circular.
I am pretty sure I don’t have any circular organs.
But we match step to step.
A circular rhythm fills my mind.
Please allow me some time, I will circle back to this thought while I finish typing my last email for the day.

Day. Everything is liquid now.

~insight07

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Remember

I want to remember
Honey from a new tea sitting on my lips, after I thought I couldn’t begin with a new day.
A piece of chocolate that I shared with someone new, with nothing but love and faith in my chest.
Diaries I carefully selected for my friends as they visited my city for the first time, miles traveled for shared moments.

I want to remember
Recovering my health slowly many times, and gulping boiled apples (they taste like jelly).
Cooking on so many days till my father recognized the way I cut carrots differently from my mother and sister.
Sharing a blanket and room with my sister after a year of cold bed, only to fight on most days.

I want to remember
The many flowers that blossomed in my house this year
The way conversations flowed everyday over cups of tea
And the troubles that slept with us, but so did faith, and so much love.

I want to remember
Unlearning the shape of my spine and the taste of my words.
Learning to crawl and cry and stand up again.
Spinning in the same city to different tunes, even as the world lived in air planes, knowing that everything has a time.

A lot has happened
But, everyday has happened too.
And everyday will happen still.

I will be just fine.
Until next time.

~insight07