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The trees tower over as if they’re watching me, eyes lurking in the tall shadows I take a deep breath, well aware of the sound of my pounding heart, something that seems to align with the life breathing here, green and alive I feel lost Like I’ve slipped between the cracks of the comforts of what’s supposed to be mine, Slipped away from the familiar memory of happiness Away from the scent of faint lavender and drowsy eyes, where I can hide from the troubles through sleep But at the same time, I think this is home That somewhere deep inside, lies the curve of the stone path, the veins of the leaves that have fallen, everything and nothing at the same time That I could write myself into here, the life, and settle as if nothing has changed. My fragile life, woven and held into the above branches, somehow daring to breathe Home I look up, taking in the thicket of leaves above, blocking the sun The one hiding the sky, what really lies out there beyond this forest The dark. Yet even then, the light shines through, the sun somehow managing to paint the leaves in a golden aura Continuing to warm the land from the outside, never turning away. Filtering into the impossible, breaking all the barriers Rays that will always reach Maybe in the real world, in what’s outside in this little sanctuary, the real sun is too harsh for me Maybe I’ll burn, sparks and flames hidden inside my flesh finally meeting the air Turning into nothing but ashes washed away by soil. But right now, in this home, I'll always have light
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Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 5:32 PM UTC
Nameless
Komorebi
The trees tower over as if they’re watching me, eyes lurking in the tall shadows I take a deep breath, well aware of the sound of my pounding heart, something that seems to align with the life breathing here, green and alive I feel lost Like I’ve slipped between the cracks of the comforts of what’s supposed to be mine, Slipped away from the familiar memory of happiness Away from the scent of faint lavender and drowsy eyes, where I can hide from the troubles through sleep But at the same time, I think this is home That somewhere deep inside, lies the curve of the stone path, the veins of the leaves that have fallen, everything and nothing at the same time That I could write myself into here, the life, and settle as if nothing has changed. My fragile life, woven and held into the above branches, somehow daring to breathe Home I look up, taking in the thicket of leaves above, blocking the sun The one hiding the sky, what really lies out there beyond this forest The dark. Yet even then, the light shines through, the sun somehow managing to paint the leaves in a golden aura Continuing to warm the land from the outside, never turning away. Filtering into the impossible, breaking all the barriers Rays that will always reach Maybe in the real world, in what’s outside in this little sanctuary, the real sun is too harsh for me Maybe I’ll burn, sparks and flames hidden inside my flesh finally meeting the air Turning into nothing but ashes washed away by soil. But right now, in this home, I'll always have light
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Bare feet torn on muddy grass. Blink slowly, feel the wind between your fingers. Tilt your head, offer your throat to the sun. Laugh, make music with the birds. Run as fast as you can, stop to sing with the crickets. Wander slowly, close your eyes, feel the sun play symphonies on your arms, skin speckled with the light of every star.
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 7:33 PM UTC
boyfinch
Komorebi
Bare feet torn on muddy grass. Blink slowly, feel the wind between your fingers. Tilt your head, offer your throat to the sun. Laugh, make music with the birds. Run as fast as you can, stop to sing with the crickets. Wander slowly, close your eyes, feel the sun play symphonies on your arms, skin speckled with the light of every star.
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