there is no real way of knowing, but i'm here
and i'm ready, and i feel that could be enough
there is a sort of grace in this, in me being here
holding my heart in the palm of the same hands
that used to crumble and tear at any piece of this,
of being ready
but i'm here
i'm here
we are pluto, together, i've realized
we existed before and we still do
but now it's in a different way
a way that has changed
i am pluto, alone, i've realized
i existed before and i still do
but now it's in a different way
a way that has changed
understand this: there are pieces of me
that reflect and deflect, progress and regress,
respectively, in this constant state of /something else/
something like growth
there is grace in this-
in holding onto something much bigger than who are are
in being ready to feel
to feel
to know
there is no real way of knowing,
but i'm here
and i'm ready
and i feel that could be enough
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 9:15 PM UTC
there is no real way of knowing, but i'm here
and i'm ready, and i feel that could be enough
there is a sort of grace in this, in me being here
holding my heart in the palm of the same hands
that used to crumble and tear at any piece of this,
of being ready
but i'm here
i'm here
we are pluto, together, i've realized
we existed before and we still do
but now it's in a different way
a way that has changed
i am pluto, alone, i've realized
i existed before and i still do
but now it's in a different way
a way that has changed
understand this: there are pieces of me
that reflect and deflect, progress and regress,
respectively, in this constant state of /something else/
something like growth
there is grace in this-
in holding onto something much bigger than who are are
in being ready to feel
to feel
to know
there is no real way of knowing,
but i'm here
and i'm ready
and i feel that could be enough
i mean it
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