my anthem to ya'll

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And it was:

A day like a sweet-tart apple biting, like the taste in the air of just-past rain, uplifting, like crystal-sharp wind behind your metaphorical cape, singing, like a heart that knows love.

This is what I know:

The fire and ash from cloud lingers like pompeii handprints on gutted Towers and they make the sunsets gorgeous awesome and ache like the breathless day,

but night comes,
and you breathe.

The rust-red dried fingernail tracings of fate drawn on your hands and by your hands and through your hands, like a manuscript that you've sliced from someone else, and you know this copper payment is not all yours and that the salt in your wounds are from other's tears,

but look, with tears,
they wash off.

The unilateral screams down a line in cursive binary space like a speck in the continuum like sweat in the ocean like adding your ash and your dust to the desert and making words only dry up more and beaten and beating down like sun like time like falling apart,

but listen to the waves,
we are here, they say.

This is what I knew.

A night like an endless obituary listing everything that should have gone right, more's the pity, like bitter broth steeped from bones plucked from my own spine, empty and bowed, like a heart with no blood.

And it "was".

but was helped to remember: Night is day is night again. Dust is wet and dry again. Fire creates and burns and rebirths again, sluiced into veins like a fresh shot of air, a new shock of water, a groundedness, like the feeling of permanence supporting you.

This is what I feel.


::hugs::

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Brain has broken. :O

That was beautiful, thankyou. *hugs*