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Petra Oct 2020
Suddenly your mind is flooding, leaving the floor of your brain sopping wet and useless.
Drenched like a sponge that was unprepared for the tsunami you never thought would come.
Petra Oct 2020
She hurts sometimes, but she's fixable.
She just needs a friend.
Ze struggles to understand the world,
ponders it every day.
One can see hir wrapping hir head
around the universe.

She's a tired person,
running circles around hirself,
aiming for and missing the target
every time.
Until she eventually can't help but
fall asleep, where the answers
to her questions somehow
float farther and farther away
from hir tireless, resting body.
Petra Oct 2020
Grasp the ground.
Hug the Earth.
Protect the history that
Has sunk through
These layers of sand.
The waves of the ocean roll in.

She rages in her centers.
Storming in her own lands at the
Center of the sea,
The middle of the water.
There is every color within the waves.
Violet seeps through her Earth as
Yellow reflects from the golden sun,
Glinting on the surface,
Just hitting the corner of your eye,
Allowing the hues to
Flood your brain.
She washes over you and the sand,
Reminding you she's alive
And that you are alive with her.

Hug the Earth.
Grasp the ground.
Petra Oct 2020
Do you know why I love you? I love you because you see beauty when it is hidden. You recognize it because you seek it. I can tell that you love deeply and you are artistic down to your bones. Others could have gorgeous art of any form placed in front of them and they would be blind to it. But you could see the beauty in anything because that's who you are.
Petra Oct 2020
Meet me in the middle of a blank page in our book. Meet me where our story is not yet written.
The previous pages are already colored by permanent pigment and etched in stone. They are not erasable. You cannot burn them or rid yourself of them without destroying me. They are forever imprinted in my memory. All we can do is remember and forgive the mistakes we have made.
So, please, meet me in the middle of this blank page where the words are not yet written, and we can write our own story's course.
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