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hiraeth 22h
once again the sun has
drawn her curtains
but this time I‘m not sure
if she‘s gonna make it
through the night
hiraeth 3d
I love how the sky turns blue
when I‘m with you
hiraeth 4d
I can see you standing over there
You, with your soul in your hand.
How painful it must be to stand
hand in hand with yourself
in front of this indestructible glass
that separates your world from ours
an overwhelming feeling of loneliness
i always have
the urge to run.

but what is it like
to be a tree?

to be confident enough
to root yourself
and grow with
wild abandonment,
being unapologetically
you?

i'm still running,
but i wish i knew.
  5d hiraeth
ju
Rain is dramatic, but short lived-
storms half-hearted.
Sun shines strong and low
through art-work cloud, and
finger-print-blooms rock and sway
on a whispering green-leaf sea.

October 2020 is the hot-sweet-tea
left outside my room, after the row I caused
when I was 15.
Now there were two of them
Separated between thousands
of read texts and timely
chats touched by sound
but not skin  
Awake in the others sleeping
Sleeping in the others awake  
Restless as they wait
Restless as they wait
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