I want to come here someday without
the fear of leaving.
I want the softness of going and the gentleness of staying.
No jagged edges or black obsidian or the American dream,
just living. Life. Without the leaving.
No leaving, only staying. The act of
going may only occur once, but the act of
staying occurs continuously, as if one is steadily
listing all the irrational numbers in the universe while
gently orbiting a star. The star. Home.
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A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
