thank you for providing a home to this nobody and making somebody out of me. thank you for the friends I've made along the way, some of whom I've had the good fortune to meet, or to make a commitment to meet.
I can't believe this time is upon us - and I sure hope to see you all again very soon elsewhere.-
I remember chasing butterflies in a simpler time
Running myself blind trying to chase the impossible,
Bright yellow and black and a million hues reigned
Under the bright afternoon skies of my childhood.
I have walked emptily in the most beautiful gardens since
A conflicted mind, never at peace with my awkward self -
I shut myself in the cages of these screens so long ago,
Oblivious to the beauty of all that I cannot possibly consume.
ā¢ the more we grow, the less we know ā¢
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this body was but an empty shell -
the wealth of all our experiences,
collective and otherwise, only to be
reduced to dust each time I set aside
what wasn't mine. Before you came
liking myself was a radical display,
an outrage if you will, but only to myself,
for you stop by and you're gone now,
it's alright, perhaps I can plug the holes
in my being with some self-care, pour all
of the world's joy even if it seems unfair.
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infinite, your ability to reach into
the depths of my soul,
colourless, your intent, with only
your mania for a cloud,
bright, your objectivity and the way
you house a million stars,
distant, yet so within reach - I think
about you often, and not quite enough.
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Hello old friend.
I know I've burned a thousand bridges because of you, and hence, my ego, yes, but you've done quite alright for me for the most part. I know I've thrived when I've been most reassured and it helps that you've provided me some drive along the way.
(more for your consideration, in the caption)
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that the waft of memories
unsought and unasked for
come visiting - so help us
Lord if we do not have it in us
to make it through the turmoil.
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1. The heady feeling of wind in my hair as I
explored the college campus on a 'borrowed' cycle.
2. A routine - waking up early and eventually
learning to make the most of a longer morning.
3. An unsuspecting, genuine smile from whomever
were to share a bed with me for the night.
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there exist wounds we speak no longer of
promises we made and no longer keep -
and here we are now, hoping against all odds
that our good intent is enough to redeem us,
save us from the demons we lay to sleep,
that there exists a spirit that will never stop
fighting to hold on to us, even when we've all
but abandoned hope.
ā¢ still worthy? ā¢
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visible or tangible - there will always
be people who look at you with
the same fog in their eyes. But if
you know you've changed and you're
committed to living this new life
which entices you so, who is to
tell you that you have not grown?
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