inhale. exhale.
inhale oxygen. exhale carbon dioxide.
inhale oxygen exhale carbon dioxide.
inhale oxygen inhale carbon dioxide exhale oxygen inhale carbon dioxide inhale
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carbon dioxide exhale
oxygen exhale
carbon dioxide inhale oxygen
exhale carbon dioxide exhale oxygen.
i am changing,
evolving. like the earth
(i was born from), i am
constantly eroding and
collecting. i am growing
strong and breaking down
walls. I am always made of
something new.
i was myself, once.
like i’ve been before;
a phoenix, fire of
autumn leaves regurgitates
me.
i find my voice in the songs
the river sings,
memory like the currents.
constantly moulting, but
keeping them in a scrapbook–
moments with blank spaces
in between
stitched together to make
a quilt.
i decompose.
sometimes i bloom with the azaleas
in the spring.
i am not higher
in my silence;
i am present.
i am listening
to chatter that does not
matter, to emptiness
disguised as words.i am not lonely
in this darkness;
i am at peace.
still in my shell,
comfortable in nothingness,
as everything dissolves
into one
nothing.
Silence is not always peaceful, and peace is not always found in silence.
Silenticel 