Batting my eyes, I sit across
The road
Cross legged no longer wait
But veing in solidarity

So clear, such freedom
Without barriers of the mind

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Signed Leaf

There are fences, but some are in the distance and you won’t know they exist until you walk into them and now you’re shocked that you didn’t see the signs

Others, upfront and personal
Basically touching your skin like a soft but prominent vein on a leaf’s body

Trees only know boundaries when forced to grow roots in places that are confined to small spaces
And the wind talks to animals by rustling through their fur

If you can find a balance between noticing the fluttering sky and feeling the ground beneath your feet just as your soul starts to float, you will find a connection to all of the planets

Beautiful Temp.

There is beauty in the temporary.

Sometimes we view temporary as a bad thing. But the thing about temporary that makes it beautiful is that you never know how long it’s going to last, or how short amount of time you have and sometimes when you see things as they are, it can push you to a place where temporary is more permanent.

Guilt

Sometimes you just dont feel guilty about some things, I think that when you reach the point where you no longer feel guilty about the things you have done in your past, but you used them as a lesson, you have come to a place of understanding that things happened and are no longer.

Background Orb

Why am I not surprised
By the lack of concentration
You have on me?

At first, I was in focus
Now, your lense has shifted and I’m a strange orb hovering in the background

I’m not hurt, but I’m not jolted with excitement either
Due to the latest discovery
That I was meant to be away
Meant to climb up my own rope and escape

But we didnt happen for a reason
But we were for a reason
Exhausted every season before they even happened

One way

‚ÄčThe guilt is finally washing off my back

Grime sliding into the abyss
Everytime I shave my head, it releases 

Me, rips the confined cage open

Leaving my ribs exposed to clarity 

And purity
I don’t need to reminess and hold myself hostage to what happened to me or what I did

I don’t need to wish myself into a better hell anymore
This takes strength, not that I never trip, but I get back up running

Trapped Grime

‚ÄčThe guilt is finally washing off my back

Grime sliding into the abyss
Everytime I shave my head, it releases 

Me, rips the confined cage open

Leaving my ribs exposed to clarity 

And purity
I don’t need to reminess and hold myself hostage to what happened to me or what I did

I don’t need to wish myself into a better hell anymore
This takes strength, not that I never trip, but I get back up running