reach up and grab it it’s how you get to the top nah, i’m fine right here
an invitation spoken or implied; opens possibilities
at winter’s approach the cool life of summer flares burning its brightest
it’s not emotion it’s a feeling in the gut that might be hunger
alone, overlooked together, they’re noticed as individuals
just because they say rules are meant to be broken some aren’t worth it
a path closed to us cannot be opened without significant risk
cracks in the surface can expose the buried past and help wash it clean
it’s a subtle shift between cicadas singing and leaves’ colors changing
something that tiny should be at the wind’s mercy but we know better
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