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one day i'll fly away took a while to understand the beauty of just letting go trying hard not to let it all resonate in my stomach, trying hard to embrace everything. after all, i am seeing ani difranco tomorrow and there is madison tonight and it has warmed up enough to snow in big flurrying chunks, perfect bits of the sky melting on my tongue. trying to believe everything is not an illusion, that i am actually feeling. reading Diane Di Prima and also The Streets of Marrakesh and feeling like i could live forever in the smell of a mango. if i could only believe this is melodrama, this is drama, this is new or old, if i could only believe this is something. i have never walked the thin line others believe i have; it's easier to believe people understand their balancing acts. the snow is a perfect accompaniment to my silence. |
