💐 #2.1 | Ephemerality | ✎

𝖉𝖔𝖑𝖓𝖆 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 | *dōlna to breath | 005

*dōlna - native word in the bengali language | swing, rocking cradle, cot 

i place both feet on the ground.
one step back, one in front, 
one step leaves what is safety to billions.
oxygen pours out as I breathe away the dust from the hourglass.
it is known in the feather land that arrows fail to matter here.
i exist in the troposphere, arrows do not matter anymore.
for my dolna of breath will keep my skeletons till I as it to.
i will become any colour,
yet, none will see,
because all is forgotten.
it is forgotten that i exist at all.
in an unknown way, i'm okay with that—

as long as I get to be here for as long as I want
as long as I can say and do things without anyone's opinion of me being changed
As long as I can be myself.

*･ﾟ ✦ hiya dearies!

I actually have chapters stockpiled believe it or not but I want to go at my own pace ehehe. I ADORE swings, on another note. they are & still are my go-to activity to relieve stress and breathe. Sometimes our home or what we call our 'home' can't be the place to relax and unwind. that's okay, as long as we have somewhere else where we can be ourselves and just breathe the world away.

this is a moment (abt/in context of the poem), a moment where I'm free. free for a time limit but nevertheless, I'm free. I'm free to be young, in my dōlna of breath.

qotd:  have you ever been on a swing? how was this chapter? any thoughts about this poem? reaction/emoji's are always welcome :D constructive criticism is always welcome!

～ sylvia ✨

* * * keep breathing, <3 yourself, be + always, something is always possible, stay safe & ily ;)

hope you have a wonderous day/night <3

QOTD: "There is never enough time to do everything, but there is always enough time to do the most important thing."

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