notes from somewhere

I write 🍉

[beforeyearning]

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you use the queen of hearts as a bookmark for your poetry journals. as there’s a sense of fulfillment in the way you recycle her. there are no punches that land on you, just paper cuts from the many pages that you had to flip. for some reason they hurt even more. the way the wounds bleed and paint the pages, pain personified itself into something touchable. you take that as an excuse to carry her everywhere you go, as she metamorphosizes into something real.

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…and it eats at you. So.. in that brain of yours, you weave imagination and nostalgia, “Just one last journey”, you cradle the sweet taste of newness. The spontaneously that freedom brings, no tied roots, just dust that travel throgh the edges of the earth. You welcom gray sunsrises, and pink sunsets. You learn a dance in every culture you experience. You learn recipes, and buy books in every language. You write and write and write.. You create a routine out of clear skies and cumulonimbus clouds. 

…but then the land quakes…

You settle back into reality, you cast the ghosts at night,  and tell them the story of how the days are as similar as the blood that flows to your heart. 

@beforeyearning its been a while since I wrote something. Thanks for the inspiration.

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