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someone once said, there’s a word sylvia plath used, these little infinites we see in the sky, little hum drum round about words that tangle on our tongues until they escape through the entryway of a door. maybe it’s the ways we look at another so tenderly. i miss you. can i hold you? can i kiss you goodnight? goodbye my darling dear, a fond memory grows closely. tears stain my cheeks. hold me fast or hold me knot. love is the sea, and i a flightless bird.

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I figured that it takes a while for me to answer questions I never really thought anyone would ask. Questions to which I have answers I do not tell just anyone. Answers that are not in fact secrets, but which I consider very personal things that have emotional weight.

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let me sing my heart away, speaking in tongues of the damned and lost in love.

i am but a wave of truth

a tsunami riddled by no minor indiscretion of honesty. come as i am, knot as you are

Or some fraction of substance

Whenever I think of home, I smell trees.

free thoughts have a matter of these,

moments.

needles between my toes.

air pushing its waves against my body.

the further I look into the brush, oceanic tides draw me in,

you all look at me oddly,

as if I'd been spellbound by its hypnotic ways.

I feel the sun and its heat on my skin, like a body standing too close.

the body expands, it boasts.

breaking the walls, the barriers its built,

I’m finding myself lost,

in this city, I walk on stilts,

I stand two towers high, and never high enough to touch you,

in these hours of yearning, I simply ask,

“must you?”

“must you turn away so fast, from the gazes you cast, onto cities and scapes, these people and shapes, to the world which climbs higher than before just to touch you, to lightly hold you, your essence, clutch you .”

I walk away empty, solemn in my loss.

but I look ahead, I simply must, trust in myself and know I have the key,

all the power I wish for,

it’s all inside of me.