Falling isn’t the opposite of flying,
it’s just a lesson in gravity,
a quiet rehearsal
for how to hold yourself
when the sky forgets your name.

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We don’t run from our fears,
we build windows in them
and learn to watch the world through their cracks.

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Some days you're not meant to bloom,
you're meant to root,
and that's still growth.

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Sometimes I write to prove I was here.
Not for anyone else,
but for the version of me
that keeps disappearing
each time the world asks me to adjust.
It’s a way to leave fingerprints
on something that won’t wash off.

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From the Ashes of Almost ~

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No Longer on Clearance ~

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.......

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Where the Light Waits ~

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You left,
like a tide that forgot to return
pulling pieces of me
back into a moon I’ll never touch.

Now I walk through days
like a house after a storm:
walls still standing,
but every window remembering the wind.

Your name
isn't a word anymore,
but a weather
something I brace for,
something that shifts the sky inside me.

And yet,
I don’t curse the leaving.
Some waves are meant
to teach us how to swim
by drowning what we once clung to.

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