I have started to believe that everything is living and breathing, ebbing, and flowing. Sometimes that means things ebb towards me and sometimes they flow away, but nothing is really lost. I like the thrill of it all, the sort of spectacle and unknowingness and wondering, but I also like the comfort of sitting in a lawn chair on a sunny day. I am trying to unclench my fists as I realize that nothing here can be grasped and I shouldn’t have tried in the first place. You sit in your lawn chair across the street, and you smile and say hello. Maybe nothing was lost at all.
Words: Kyleigh McPhillips. @wildsomethiing
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