where sadness burrows
hidden from the skyline
rotting in soiled earth
breathing under our feet
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although some things begin from the heart, as this has, it has mutated overtime into a cry from a place that runs deeper. less physical. spiritually yearning; the deepest side in all of us. a side that should not only be protected, but cherished. when something is so precious, there comes apprehension; the dilemma of being seen and then being forgotten. of being so far away from one another that the light falls on blind eyes. to be met with something that no longer feels like mine. to say too little, too much. but what i forget, and it seems many of us do, hidden behind the cyclical path of renewal is a time where vulnerability must shine. we must reflect the flares of what stands behind us onto an empty canvas. onto new eyes. there is so much good in allowing the expansion of ourselves upon others, only then can we learn from who we share this earth with. i have always lived my life in phases, mutating into a different persona to experience emotions overflowing, at t...
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