Lilypads drifting like humans in this bluish-green marble of a world
Inner workings concealed but known, yet we know absolutely nothing
Flowing circle of life means death, birth, life, but what's it all for?
Every life, I've come to understand, is nothing but a dream
Posted in response to the challenge Acrostic.
ugh it's raining again,
i text my best friend when i wake up & look out the window
onto an already gray & gloomy world.
rain rain rain rain rain rain rainy november like all
precisely one year ago i went to school after election day and felt like driftwood in an uncertain sea.
It's cold here, I reply to my grandparents when they ask how our week's going. It's cold, and wet, and already I am helping my friends put up Christmas decorations and string LEDs across their rooms, playing holiday music to try
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