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A Small Description of Winter (To Me)
Winter is the smell of pine and christmas trees,
the brightness of stars among the dark, cold sky.
It is the sting of too many snowballs formed in hands, -
This Abandoned House
The house at the end of my street is abandoned.
Since I was a child, my parents have admonished me,
“Don’t go into that house, there is evil there,”
and I would believe them with my child innocence. -
To Live a Thousand Lives
I woke up as a chicken today.
Yesterday I was a little girl living in Texas.
The day before, a beetle.
For more days that I can count,
I have woken up as a different creature,
every single day. -
Min Framtid
My craziest dream is not to walk on the moon,
or even to become a famous singer.
All I want in this instant,
the future I imagine for myself
that I’m excited to work towards,
is to live in Sweden. -
The Unclear Definition of Me
I am the one who can only find the bad parts of things, the one who knows the glass is half full, and half empty,
and chooses the empty. -
The Beginning
Jump in.
I look at the churning water beneath me, the waves cresting just inches below my toes.
Jump in.