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i understand the birds who fly into glass. the lines between us go unseen, unmarked, unmourned, yet I cannot cross them all the same. and all the same I, made of hollowlight bone, will slam into it again and again and again, and my feathers will shear through the glass to get to you.
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Konstantin Alexandroff
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Do you know what happens if you touch the water laying still in hollowed tree stumps, suspended in rotting wood, rain trapped and tamed? if you dip one finger and swirl the sky, ripples rumbling across reflectionsâ the ripples will abate, surely, and some world will return placid from distortionâ but every ripple reaches further than its pond, and the world is so easily stirred.
Saul Leiter, Untitled, 1950s
Ewa Juszkiewicz
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there are moments when my mind turns on itself like an animal with no exit. thoughts circling, biting, repeating until thereâs nothing soft left to stand on. i donât know how to stop it, only how to survive it without showing teeth.
- Syeda Zainab
No matter how much time moves forward, I never seem to catch up with my own life. years pass. seasons change. people come and go. but i still feel like a rough draft of a person, unfinished and abandoned somewhere along the way.
- Syeda Zainab