It's off – the way the willow lines the ways Sliding along the riverbank Like friends following a snake.

The wind tearing over the river Over the field Over my shoes Making all the little rocks tremble in the parking lot.

Even being here is special.

It's not every day you go to a cemetery. It's not every day the sun can feel this cold.

Yet you sit here and look out on the willows that even now take in the wind and breathe out soft echoing murmurs so quiet but you can hear them.

The laughter of better days Carried on the wind.

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my word tripped and fell then all to soon was broken now it's contracted ain't that annoying

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The eruption was sudden Light cast skyward. That melted into mist, That flowed into the air around us.

We sat playing

While the Earth surged around us. Earthquakes in harmony to the sound. That blew from flutes That came from our drums That escaped from trembling metal wire

We took, the magic that was locked away. In each of us, Those lost notes that were hidden. Shimmered back free.

Some told us it was prophecy.

But for us it was just another day That for us, playing music together. Was like a snake shedding skin Another newer version hiding just within

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i've been thinking a lot. that is usually how trouble starts.

with a fixation or hobby

with focusing on too many things

when I know, me

this ( me ) this person who just can't be one thing.

this awful being that is so consuming

it wants to burn itself out

and happy doing it, if im being honest.

But that's what being happy is right? You take all the interests and do them. You take all the people and blend them? You watch all the shows, listen to all the podcasts and take all the notes?

You mix everything together

distill.

then what's left at the bottom.

It's happiness right?

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I am all the things, I ever wished I was. Then again, I'm a terrible judge of character.

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I used to think of palm trees as fireworks in full bloom that littered the walkways next to wafting sage brush shades and shadow on sunny days Littering the boardwalk

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I feel like I'm the wind. Wrapping myself into any shelter. Anything to stay, Then a tug. A longing to leave. From where I can't stay. That I've got to grow That I've got to build into a gust That I need to be a tornado Tearing the trees from roots Roaring across plains.

I feel like I'm the wind That just came off the ocean

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See the places on the screen Those places you have dreamed of going. Those foods you've never eaten. Those friends you haven't met.

See them on the screen.

Let the envy build Till one day You find you've run away Your friends will be so happy

To see you on the screen

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You waved as I passed. For eternity you were nothing until just now, forgotten. flooding memories all of 'you' is back. and it's not the pain So I stop, wave back then pull myself together

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movement is what keeps us awake when we start to fall – it's like: life is saying, “something” just out of reach. to fully understand, though, you'd have to go to sleep

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