we often forget that, just because i see it doesn’t mean you will
the fences we’ve built that we no longer need are somewhere, still standing
nature does not work in stark black and white, rather in subtle nuance
often, the process requires pen and paper and an egg muffin
when a hot liquid meets the cool air, steam rises it’s just what happens
what we’re looking at is often much different than what we’re seeing
what we leave behind should be as beautiful as we can imagine
sometimes i think that we keep pets just so we can envy their comfort
this late in the year a cold fall rain makes us think: at least it’s not snow
we reach for the light and in doing so, miss the texture in the dark
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