phoenix anchoring

lump in my throat, shallow breath, racing heart after pulling down the net from my ceiling…collecting material from outside my door, where those who visited reflected. the net had become so tangled with time, it did not want to come down…leave the nest……foggy mind, sensitive skin, heightened hearing. desire to stay in my tableaux now even though I spent the morning longing to say goodbye, hungry to jump out into nothingness before closure could catch up. a foreign impatience flooding my body after infinity months of timeless exploration.
~~~~~~ride your crocodile~~~~~~BE ALIVE~~~~~~sensitive creatures~~~~~~believe complexity~~~~~~what is the strongest love?~~~~~~the combination of dark and light is the most powerful~~~~~~i can be here. and there.
all i have now is thank you

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