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Julia Aubrey Mar 2015
what if we could grasp things in our hands..?
I don't mean plain, concrete items,
I mean what if we could grasp the memories, the changing of the seasons,
and the people we love into one little item?
how long could we contain it inside such a microscopic view of abstract
morals and views?
how about that titian leaf lying around in the pile near your door?
go and pick it up.
what do you feel, hear, smell, see, perhaps even taste in the moment?
I think that in that moment when our minds have come to a conclusive point about the values grasped into something so simple,

we can hold it.

(j.a.r.)
A glance, a smile, an embrace, a laugh.
60 seconds and blast off.
Something as infinitesimal as that moment was suddenly the enormity.

From stomach to the noggin
The butterflies went floggin'
With uncertainties.
What do you call feelings such as these?

The mysterious seed grew so fast.
The species became crystal clear
No longer an enigma,  at last.
Nurtured into something beautiful,
Days spent to do so was certainly not futile.

Rest assured, it was no trap.
I didn't dare to look at this like a map.
Pleasant and unexpected.
A joy ride with no absolute direction.

I'm taking a leap into the unknown.
I know the dangers...
But it's the risk I'll take.
I'm not a faint heart.
I'm aware that it could be a mistake.
And it's the mistake that I'm not afraid of.

It's the possibilities that need to be given a chance.
Or regret will fill every inhalation.
Due to the fact my destiny couldve been in a better destination.

Back to square 1.
To where it all begun.
Everything there, nothing gone.

— The End —