INHALE

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Right now, the world is spinning around me and I am dizzy with it. It would do me well to remember how to melt. To remember that I am the form that is malleable, the vessel that transmutes.
Sipping on now-cold peppermint tea (because forgetfulness is my favorite flavor on rainy days), I ache [...]

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I relish in the permission given to be little, to curl up into a tiny ball, to rest and dream in the safety and warmth of your pocket.
And afterward, you’ll unfold my wings, and I’ll shake and spread them outward. Stepping into myself. Integrating the timbre of your voice, allowing myself to open [...]

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I writhe and twist against the bonds that hold me before you.
I am not trying to escape.
Nay; I am dancing in the scent of such blessed captivity.

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The way that everything spins. And it is like spiraling and when I was younger and had vertigo attacks I always thought it happened because some spacecraft was crashing into our planet. And now it doesn’t matter. And now I don’t care. And I’m dizzy like nobody’s business and it’s like being on the ocean [...]

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She collects glass bottles because she always wanted to find a letter in one and pull it from the sea. Her tears create tidal waves vast and wide as the ocean. Seventeen years ago she stumbled across an ancient teaching from the imagined past on the “law of attraction.” It seemed to say that possessing [...]

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and there was nothing. and the fire will take us into that glow that has been on the horizon. did nietzsche get it right when he sd, we have art in order not to perish of truth. or can art be the same the vessel of the expression poured forth into this world the tightrope [...]

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