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 May 11
birdy
A crossroads.

a path encased in forest
green patchwork of branches, keep secret—-
the memories of shoes on the mossy trail

a path paved pretentiously
wood rebelliously pushing back against the green
overthrowing the chaos of jagged weeds
all the same suppressing the beauty of the wild flowers

a cleared path
barren of trouble
barren of life

a secluded path
enveloped in mystery
enveloped in regret

a guaranteed destination

an invitation to...
 Mar 2022
birdy
Life is flourishing. My tears have worked hard, to rejuvenate this life.
For the first time in years, I feel like myself again.
 Jan 2022
birdy
I've been dreaming of dying,
Sometimes I feel like I'm already gone.
 Jan 2022
birdy
Happiness has become expensive.
Counting pennies like a child.
 Jan 2022
birdy
Life remains stagnant.
 Jan 2022
birdy
I tried to dream of you tonight.

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