Amalie@kua

The moment I open the door, the brisk fall air greets me. 

I step into the aromas of nature.

 I recall the deep smell of pines in the winter.

The clock was frozen in amber, but now frost creeps up to crack the warm glow. The minute hand trembles, then moves in wistful whirls. The Christmas tree slumps, its shiny tears clinking against the wooden floor.

"Am I ok?" 

I whisper to myself, 

In the mirror,

A girl I don't recognize stares back.

She looks as if she has been crying again,

Her heart breaking into shards.

She whispers back,

the universe exists everywhere
but it's hidden

in every second of silence
in every mindful moment

only there can you see the wholeness of the world

only when you step out of the city
with its noise and smoke

I was wrapping a present during twilight, the night before my father's birthday.

I sat on the cold and disorganized concrete floor of the basement.

While shifting my weight, I noticed a traveling spider: