Let it be uncomfortable
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The natural order of chaos
There is no control. Illusions once shattered will always remain in shambles. Cut your hands gripping the loss if the pain will bring comfort.
Roots part one
I was formed by a different kind of Commonwealth, one I think few people outside the Bluegrass would expect.
Ready to leave
One foot watching the doorway, the other counting the exits.
When I look too long
Imagine how we’d live to see the day if the different colors in our skin didn’t require products to make it more uniform.
When October Leaves
I manage my time around the warmth of not needing an escape.
Watching Myself
My taste changed when there was enough distance not to hope for a moment of time over tea.
Recommended Discomfort
The change I crave is uncomfortable.
It is an unruly child screaming at a pitch fit to pierce attention.
Tough as a bamboo infestation
I stick my neck out. Because I will break before I see a system make another bend too far.
How It Passes
How silly it is to be confident in the structure of a minute.