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We have gotten so attached to these days and these months,
but a deer doesn't know a Tuesday from a Thursday
and a caribou can't comprehend that it was born on a September afternoon,
but they can understand this instant, this moment, this breath,
only now, no longer the past, and only the future when they get there,
there's a healthy lack of awareness in that,
escaping the fear of death but thriving off the instinct to live,
everything so primal and based off gut reactions,
I guess you could say ignorance is bliss,
but ignorance only actually applies when it comes to humanity,
oh I would like a life like that,
one that is organic, tangible, and ripe with bloody berries,
one where carnal creatures run rampant,
one where we rise from the dirt with muddy thighs
because we were bred into these earthly bodies
to hold seconds in our palms like newborn children,
and to throw our heads back and howl against the awareness that we are dying,
for oh this skin is only our host,
we derive from stardust that was ever so fated,
our hearts are made up of astrological waste,
and we trick ourselves into saying we don't believe in anything but nothing,
but nothing is something too
and maybe nothing is the most important thing of all,
our language and our tongues have chosen to deceive us
because these words we've created limit the ways in which we think,
now what if nothing was defined as God and God was defined as nothing,
so if you believed in nothing you believed in God and if you believed in God you believed in nothing,
we are constricted by these beliefs that are so separate from faith and that distract from really living,
and I want to feel alive and unbound,
I want to embrace a life without words
and fall into a world painted lavishly with love and coincidence,
I want to run with bare feet on Saturn's surface,
although in my mind Saturn is the sun
and I will always be the moon.
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messages on the moon
the moon had been full yesterday
and she looked up at it
nestled behind some trees
with clouds draping diaphanous
patterns across it
like lace
and she wondered just how many people
had sent love notes on
the moon
for their lovers to collect at a later date.
it swelled with the beating of
a million hearts
and glowed with the love
of a million eyes
and as she stood there,
staring up at it,
with the night breeze twisting
around her ankles,
she sent a message to someone she hadn't
met yet
and hoped that
somewhere
he was standing alone in the night
staring up at the sky
listening.
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As the Moon
You're like the moon
The sun is loud, It will shine at whoever will look
But you do not do that
No, you glow for only Earth only us
You shine beautifully, Lighting all places that need it
A pure white
Like fallen snow
Sometimes you are hidden, Sometimes the darkness steals you away
But you come back
And you always will
So chin up, Keep shining
And know that
The ones who look for you are the most precious
Literature
I Kissed The Moon And Stars
i kissed the moon and stars
without even thinking
that hours later,
they'd leave me
for the sun
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This just poured out of me tonight, I have been having a lot of different emotions run through me over these last couple of days and I just feel like focusing on living in the moment is what really matters and I learned that from my grandpa who I love and miss.
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beautiful