walking at 3:30 in may. after storm, after rain.
in humid weather. under a sea of clouds.
sky so calm. so grey, cloudy, and dark.
walking slowly, unrushed. enjoying the vibe.
of the world asleep. apocalypse-like.
free to breathe the cool air. to sit under the sky
and stare at the greenery, so lush all around.
so quiet, refreshing. heavy, though, with the scent
of wet soil and leaves after the midnight vent
of the pent up tension from all those scorching days
a relief to be enjoyed. experienced. felt.
the green is so deep. the grey is so grey.
all i want is: for this moment to simply stay... forever.
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there are many such moments. instead of grieving their loss before it even comes
we can sink into them. and then notice another one when it unfolds. like that fern flower.
beauty is infinite. as if waiting for us to notice it.
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Poetry~ poezje itp ~ w gruncie rzeczy, jesteśmy worami mięsa, kości, i flaków. ale w tym worze mieści się mózg, a mózg to wciąż niezbadana złożoność, która z prostego wora potrafi uczynić święty graal. the heart beats/heartbeats/heartbeat: serce bije, ser...
