why do I firmly plant
and root myself to continuity-
stubborn, repetitiousness?
how will my petals ever emerge
if I shield myself from sunlight?
to blossom I must
immerse myself in the catalysts
perpetuating my bloom
accepting the watering change
forming a firmament
for my soiled ways.
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eclipsing reality
Poesiea diverse glimpse into my mind. from love, to disorders, to stars, my mind spews unending words that sometimes fashion themselves into something coherent. poetry takes me away from here, eclipsing reality for just a moment. [ first 20ish are from...
