Walking on the moon

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That one time I cut my chin with the corner of a menu

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I am, I am not. I’m walking with the me in my dreams, and laying flower petals softly into still water. I’m reaching into the dark and untying my fears one knot at a time. I’m not lessening myself to match the size you are. If you don’t understand it, let it go. Let me go.

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“You standing there, I swear, makes me feel like I’m levitating”

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When I close my eyes, I see sunshine

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🤙🏼

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Been chasing peace a lot lately, or at least wanting to… but I also feel chaotic when I’m around people who I can’t read. Does that make me weak? I never used to care much about what other people bring to the table, and that’s what I loved about myself.. what I thought people liked about me.. or maybe it’s all in my head.

Hurry up, slow down. Take it easy, work hard. Love everyone, trust no one. So many variables… but really it’s the same me in every alternate ending. I guess I have to figure out who I want to be, and just let it go

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We all just want to be free

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Sink into another space

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#superindianbabe #desi #bobhaircut #mood #selfie

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It’s coming back to me. An envelope was dropped off in my mind, and my curiosity took me there. I felt the seasons with you. The cold spring mornings with open windows and the smell of rain filled your room. Green walls and a wooden dresser.

Summer afternoons on your deck with the smell of fresh cut grass and flowers in the bushes. Life was funny and light. We rolled a lot of joints that summer. Standing, I came up to your shoulders. I remember how you smelled; a mix of smoke and musk.

Fall turned the landscape sepia and we were in another world. Brown and orange leaves created a golden hue at sunset, and I remember the chilled air as we drove to the movies with the windows cracked in my Honda CRV.

Winter, rushing to get home in time, leaving my warm spot next to you on the couch in the basement. Cold/icy darkness of night slapped me with reality and I felt unplugged whenever I left you. You were my charge. You were cool about things… or so I thought? I won’t go down that rabbit hole, it’s much sweeter up on the surface. Thanks for the memories bugs.