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Nov 2020 · 385
Another school day
i l l i Nov 2020
I arrive and the scents of morning dew and fresh flowers gush into my nostrils. Breathing in nature as I start on the day. Just 5 minutes ’til the bells go ring ring ring and the peace moment song echoes through the hallways.

I continue on with the loud chatters from left and right. Papers ripping, ball pens tapping, and feet pacing. At lunch, we munch on lunchboxes being passed from one another. Three hours more but eyelids feel heavy from all the eating and talking.

I depart by walking down a trail of tranquil green trees towering over one another. On warm days, the flower petals fall gracefully and I follow along the path like a scene in a movie. Sometimes, I take on another path, and the smoke of the grilling of barbecues envelopes, and I finish off with my white uniform smelling with a satisfied appetite.
A reminder for myself about the little things I enjoy about my school. Until I come back again, AA.
Sep 2020 · 63
a poem for a poet
i l l i Sep 2020
Write; along with the ghost lingering just beside
  along with the uncertainty of tomorrow
  along with the weaknesses of the mind
  along with the brokenness of the spirit;

   Yet, for all the smiles that seem distant to grasp
for the hopes that rise with the dawn
for the cheers that silence the ghosts
for the completeness of the peace

with all your fears and joys, write;
Sep 2020 · 68
r.i.p
i l l i Sep 2020
You are here;
through the closet emptied out
the crinkled shirts at the back of the wood
the hangers stomped on the floor
the water that gushes along with the bubbles
of scented detergents
the faint creak of the door
waiting for familiar footsteps to enter

You are here, yet blurred in distant passing.
“Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.”
― C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

— The End —