Friday, January 14, 2022

The Everything To Me

 

the conviction of its sole and soul and drive, if giggling over tears, lord of sorrows, alone in mischief, surrounded by comforts

maps achieving distraction, geography spelling emptiness, caged but free, looking at pits and seas and bottomless anxieties

as filled with hopes, never as emphatic as others, so casual in time.

when receiving everything, when will one say he is going too far?

the terror of the skies, left all alone, raining to possess a shared interest. the box as it closes. the gift as it opens. the love and obligation and the want for responsibility. the need for a person, in one’s mirror, one with sincerity, looking back. to cup a palm, to feel elated, to nurture the firstborn.

years satiated. friends and family—schools and yoga—hearts and pillows.

to exist as never it was different, to grow into ink and unity and age.

to become everything.

the last to go to sleep. the child needing lemon tea. the colds the flus the wisdom teeth.

all in all, the life we hoped for, the love we have.  

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