Monday, September 20, 2021

20 Марта, 2020

I would collect all the scattered pieces
of my energy, sweep 'em up off the 
ceiling floor, tuck their ends into 
time for myself, into dreams, into 
tea time with creation, into хюгге, away 
from everyone's eyes. I would hand
them over to myself & keep them 
with the Universe, away from fear,
dry, alive & real.
Yet instead I will colour 'em & let 
them be as part of sharing 
space, the result of an 
explosion of my soul.

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