…being green

she asked, “are you cursed?” he said “i think that i’m cured.”

layers upon layers of concrete and steel press on the crumpled wings of my soul.  i’ll never understand why i was placed in this glass mason jar.

all i know is that every heart needs a little more love.

we’ve got plenty of bombs and drugs and fences.  i’d like to build museums so we can remember and libraries so we can dream.

a sunbeam dances around particles of dust making the light look like its full of tiny sparkling fairies.  i feel magical and i clap in delight.

and for a moment the weight is lifted.

and oh, if i could only make that moment last.


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