.
Will I always be this sad? Maybe
Perhaps. But there is no reason
you cannot live alongside it,
no thing stopping you from
painting over that chasm with joy
chasm: “a deep fissure in the earth, rock, or another surface.”
Yes, maybe it will always be there, even
‘probably’
But your body is made of earth
and no one is stopping you from
tossing a rope to the bottom;
from climbing down
and planting flowers
*—this place, too
we could make beautiful*
.
Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 8:15 PM UTC
.
Will I always be this sad? Maybe
Perhaps. But there is no reason
you cannot live alongside it,
no thing stopping you from
painting over that chasm with joy
chasm: “a deep fissure in the earth, rock, or another surface.”
Yes, maybe it will always be there, even
‘probably’
But your body is made of earth
and no one is stopping you from
tossing a rope to the bottom;
from climbing down
and planting flowers
*—this place, too
we could make beautiful*
.
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