I.
Sometimes I feel it / and yet
it escapes me / that golden burst of light
that lightness of living / for drowning
but my own gravity / keeps me
from the currents I long for
II.
The devil left the details long ago
to look for warmer pastures
An island far east where burning bushes lie
Hub of liars, fools, magicians
who look beyond
the words of the true trickster
“The tower is not yours to fight.”
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The past has given me much comfort as of late, which is quite surprising for me, as a more future-oriented person who claims she can easily forget. I’ve been seeing old photos and realising that they looked better than I had put in memory. Maybe because my eyes needed more rest back then. It is difficult to see clearly when trying to see everything.