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November 10, 2017 92 By Maggie Tan

i walk, you walk, we walk.

your vibration sliding past mine,

from caged seats to running dogs.

traveling is a state of mind.

living is a state of mind.

privileged as fuck.

safety net beneath our soiled feet.

what is left?

 

*

 

butterfly.

fluttering.

crouch.

pounce.

tears relieve us from the harsh climate.

wash away our perceived sins.

clear blue sky awaits us once again.

 

these absurd dreams haunt and chase.

palette of rainbows splurged across the case,

melting away in the humid air.

abandonment, leave me alone.

these little fear flies eat you away.

rot me not, for i will love.

with honesty.

generosity.

kindness.

and compassion.

 

caution is not my strongest suit,

frivolity flares up from time to time.

fallen from grace, was it meant to be?

ephemerally blissful, our only moment is now.

reality composed of nows,

nostalgic melancholia shadowing quiet moments.

tonight i would like to sleep.

 

sleep.

and dream of our sweet scents.

trailing behind tracks covered with snow,

and smokes wafting by the platform.