How can I not love you from a distance when you breathe the same way I do, Have the same needs I do? Search for the same purpose and meaning that I do ? Why must there be me over here and you over there that do not live in the same world?
RAHA ARAZTake a souvenir you don’t have to keep, just pretend you want to remember.
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Can you taste the colors your ancestors weaved into, The armors of resilience they wore; Can you taste the colors of the unpaved path before you, waiting to be colored by you?
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Take a souvenir you don’t have to keep, just pretend you want to remember.
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For in the wild I feel the safest where the thorns of the invisible hand can not prick me.
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Let your memories fall into place, you don’t have to carry all of them at once.
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Though it may be the season I’m not quite in bloom but slowly unfolding to where I may accept the sun and someday bloom.
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For time does nothing for you if you do nothing with it.
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Many times over my eyes have devoured the layers of your skin but I’ve never seen you naked.
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I am suffocating in the vacancy of the overflowing space, can you feel me reaching out?
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I remember so little that I can’t forget enough.
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Have you ever heard silence? How do you hear the silence? You don’t, you feel it. And they stared at the silence between them.
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Where do I stand when neither side recognizes me as one of them.
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Why must your suffering cause my peace and my peace your suffering?
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It is not thanks to you but in spite of you that we have just one day to look down from the top. The mountains we move should have never been there.
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Why are we told to be afraid to hurt? Why do we avoid, run and hide? Cover up inside with shields of armor, Our shins, and elbows made of pads of plastic; We are not made of glass and tattered bits, It’s not weakness when our strength builds us to last.
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Living in a constant paradox, begging to be held and released by gravity, to be grounded and free. But my feet pressed against the earth yearn for the clouds above my fingertips adrift whispering I don’t want to be at the mercy of gravity.
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