martes, 25 de septiembre de 2018

fall and rise

yesterday: two eggs with a double yolk
an owl

today: the rising Harvest Moon

I've never been one to
believe
in clichés nor in anything else

I'm one who opens arms and looks and finds and lets it all in
and tries to feel it until it dissolves and melts and fades and goes back to black again

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