breach

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I am just a visitor on this earth
and every experience, good and bad, becomes my teacher -
some of them make perfect sense:
pretty calligraphic letters, almost as if they were out of a picture book,
but most of them have a handwriting so bad, that it could take me years to figure them out -
but I read their words regardless.

and at some point I read them not so much to understand, but to make my own little wordplays out of them.
and it's strange, but it's fun to guess the meaning of each little line,
I'm left impressed of what I learn each time -
until the chalkboard is all covered in white
until there's nothing left to teach,
until the day that I close the breach
between the sky and me.

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a very new recent piece, hope you like it <3

xo, S🌹❤️

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