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I’d get lost in this green, ferns leaning against the trees, soil stuck to my feet, never dream of finding my way back again.

Schuyler

This does not have to be a hard life to love. There is not enough time to let it stray too far from my hands.
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Enough Hands Hard Life Love Myself Time
I want to wade into the water on the sidewalk, crawl out of this feeling without giving it a name. Take a lighter to love’s sticky edges so its sadness isn’t caught in my throat.
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Catch Myself Name Sadness Water
If every feeling comes like a wave, I try to decide what kind of coastline I’ll become.
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Decision Feeling Myself Wave
I don’t want to be a saint, I want a love I don’t fight alone to keep.
SCHUYLER

Alone Fight Love Myself Saint
We’re in spring and I have learned how to be gentle and sharp; strong bark on budding trees. Hold out your hands. I’ll leave a pink kiss and a pocket knife.
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Hands Learning Leaving Myself Sharp Spring
Meet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.
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Fake Feeling Happiness Myself Spring
We’ve never seen what a happy life could look like if we chose to spend it by ourselves – sharing our beautiful lives with friends, family members, the occasional crush, and lounging out in that quiet space alone as if an idyllic sunned beach.
SCHUYLER

Choice Family Friendship Happiness Life Ourselves Quiet Space
How radiant you are, waiting by the window, watching for the sun to grant you more time to dance beneath it. You’ve let yourself dream again. Even if its in bites, even if it’s in a different voice than it used to be.
SCHUYLER

Different Dreams Radiant Voice Window Yourself
There will be a time where this hurts less and it will not mean it didn’t matter. It means that in the face of feeling something precious slip in my hands, I will always find a way back to myself.
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Face Feeling Finding Hurt Myself Precious Time Way
In a dream, I’m holding you close and when I wake, I do. How lucky, to want and have.
SCHUYLER

Close Dreams Hold Myself Wake Up
I know I could be an astronomer of this swooning.
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Known Myself
I’d get lost in this green, ferns leaning against the trees, soil stuck to my feet, never dream of finding my way back again.
SCHUYLER

Dreams Lost Myself Tree Way
Change is not a four letter curse word I once believed it to be.
SCHUYLER

Believe Change Curse Myself
Please come here, but not too close.
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Close Near One Liner
I’m writing about moving again, and when I write about moving, I really mean beginning. I’m beginning again.
SCHUYLER

Beginning Deep Move Myself Writing
Your anger, your sorrow, your fear, are okay to feel through, no matter how big it feels now.
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Anger Fear Feeling Sorrow Yourself

I’d get lost in this green, ferns leaning against the trees, soil stuck to my feet, never dream of finding my way back again.

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