AT
YOUR
WILL
WORDS BY MIA VIERRA
Sometimes we play with possibilities because catalysts can be confusing when all we crave is clarity.
Clarity for the impending madness and madness is only abandoning the thought that when something grows inside of you you
need to get rid of it cuz maybe its just too bright to conceal
but we all want something new to forget.
Because love is like a hallway and that’s why we walk blindly into each door
in hopes that one day there will be enough fuel in the fire that when the ashes settle we too will feel weightless.
It’s the presence of the ground that reminds us. Everyone wants to be number one but maybe five twenty is better cuz we
want to make sense of when and why and how a dog doesn’t like when you blow in its face yet sticks its head out the window
and why windows keep us wondering.
Maybe,
Just maybe
We’re all a mistress of reinvention and all we need is a window to get started.
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