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margarita
“Its like impulse control decided to jump out the window.
Jumped out the window and did a backflip too.”
I’ll jump with it
and I hope you follow.

blooming grove
The walls move away and grow
They close in on me
Simultaneously.
I curl into a ball
Rocking back and forth in the corner
Where no one ever goes
I’m as hidden as I can be
To escape the walls
And how they throw things at me
I feel alone
Washed in the emptiness of the room
Suffocating in the stillness of the air
Never opening up to reach for a way out
Only managing to keep alive
Thinking of surviving one minute after the next
After the next
Entering the recesses of my mind
For some relief

lime twist
Be the shooting star among the still
Be the white cloud amidst the storm
Be the light at the end of the tunnel
Be the hope
And
Be the saviour

apple lime cocktail
Fire in the center
People surrounding
Voices from all directions
But nothing at me
Engaged in no conversation
An observer on the outside
And still being told
I’m part of the group
Laughed at and teased
As if I’m part
But not
Smoke flying high
Circling our chairs
Wind blowing around
From the storm nearby
Sparks shooting up
Carried by the wind
A dozen faces
Familiar
But strangers
Alone
In a crowd

fresh grass
Fear is in numbing human limbs and forcing them into a twisted manner.
Wanderlust is the ability to scale mountains and take everything in. If that is granted, memories shall follow.
We do not hold one or the other; we are inspired and pushed by both.
Our fear is driven by the unknown of wandering.
Our legs keep moving us to overcome our fears.
One does not exist without the other, yet together, they can be debilitating.