this is what i was before you
desert sand, brittle, crumbling, mess
this is what i am after
burned then ashes
freeflowing, not quite distinguishable, but never a follower
I will go to the Ocean, to the forests
I want to suck thin air, gasp, and then move before i ever acclimate
through the atmosphere,
i will aspire to be light
perhaps tinted by impurities
places we once shared
Honey, sweet and dark
if only if only
I won't mention, won't resurrect
Honey... I place the lid back on the jar
gradually gathering dust
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