On the end of the very short cherry blossom season. A poem.
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Cracking up
If I could learn one single thing, It would be To only exist. Not stone cold, or stone strong, But unbothered by impermanence. Unbothere by whether or not I’m worth being loved. Unbothered, whether I’m worth nothing, Or worth this whole entire world. Is it not the hardest of skills; To only exist? To wait …
Death
‘Falling hurts.’ I thought as I struggled to overcome the numbing pain in my back and get up. It’s been about two days, and I could still feel the blood running down my back. I also knew it wasn’t going to stop any time soon. Once you got your wings ripped, they’ll take at least …
SingulariT 