(1) your hands (2) that night in the cabin (3) the way your nose scrunches when you laugh (4) every letter we ever sent (5) each of the “stay with me”s (6) how we touched the first time (7) giving in to the idea of you (8) building a home from nothing (9) the afterparty … More Recollections
poetic license taken in the making of this human.
you are a dreamscape all on your own.
no matter how many times you tell me “always” i will love you infinitely more.
we were already euphoric in our youth but with age became nothing less than spectacular.
i cannot stand to feel trapped with no escape but what is there left to do when the prison is within my own mind?
there are so many places i have never been and plans that are yet to be made and i am okay with that for the season i am in as i have an endless amount of opportunities still to be arrived at in time.
though identity is certainly not found only in the colors of our skin our cultures themselves are instrumental in creating who we are and should be looked upon as integral and extraordinary parts of our beings.
there is art to be found in any mark left by a human being for we have all been molded and fashioned into something beautiful and made to mold and to fashion other beautiful things from the leftover pieces of ourselves.
we are each limited to our own perspective and this i believe is the single greatest curse of humankind.
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