Back to my writing for me and for you and for no one. My time was taken for so long. 20 years exactly, minus one I have been spending my days at school, for learning, for "education". of certain things. Always I ache for the days of my own educating.
myself on the brances that curve their way into my window and decorate themselves with green outlined precision. I want to know what they call themselves.
on the home that I can find in an empty field with purple petals at my feet. I want to find myself there.
on the song of the breeze that will wash my face while I roll down an unfamiliar fated street.
on the colors and words that can come from ones hands and present themself on one's paper. dancing literation.
to my feet moving, and writing, invisibly as I walk on the sidewalk that I pass to leave behind me in gleeful expression.
and with blooming pinks and greens and purples and yellows and budding beauty. there now is this time to sit and walk and peacefully partner with my surroundings.
transitory trajectories muddle my clear water of revival!
as in sleeping hours the only pacification I see to be clear....
swim with the current that picks you up and takes you off.
dear ivy. this is for you and what you taught me today.
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