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“I’ve spent so much time in my head and in my heart that I forgot to live in my body.”
— Tara Hardy, Bone Marrow
A Reflection of All There Is
A man met a god on a lonely night.
The waves were still,
The moon was bright.
And they sat and they talked of the grand and the small,
Of eternity,
Of the slight.
They spoke of the black beyond black beyond blue,
The unknown, to humans
The alien,
The new.
A forbidden realm of myriad shimmers
Only touched by the bravest few.
A void of endless cold and dark a billion eons away
Nourished by shining radiance
By distant suns,
By day.
The mirrored world of the watery orb
On whose boundary they lay.
“Now tell it to me,”
Said the man to the god,
“Which do we speak of,
The sky or the sea?”
“The sea and the sky
Are one in the same,
Said the god to the man,
"As are you and I.”
“There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved.”
— Unknown
“You’re still my favorite ‘what-if’.”
— just-useless-things // 3 years later
Love when you’re ready not when you’re lonely.
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A poem about April, written in March
April will come and separate the colors from the colors and the colors from the sounds. April will cleave the world.
We always forget what April does until it does it and it does it to remind us of motions set long ago, of wobble, of our planet unwinding through space to this place to displace one memory for another. April’s light will flatten us against the rocks, peel our winter bark, put spring in our steps.
Photos taken by Jasmyn Jensen
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