'for what i was became the now'...

{ day 203 take me away, a higher place; by crashbangsqueak }

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' for what i was became the now '

oh, how you lilt within the blowing air, little pod.

dances wrapped in the familiarity all around, and branches filled in tinkling harmonious sway.

as days advance, the light calls forth movement in the atmosphere.

{ long week; by little love blue }

{ der teufel in roten strumpfhosen. [explored!]; by beluga is the name the white whales go by. }

how fast you hold onto the now, little pod.

time pulling with inevitable force;  such a tenuous grasp for stability.

the frightening exhilaration of the plummet; the length this pod can see.

{ 27 july; by ells ojala }

{ and so the story goes; by carrie jade }

see the bottom dropped from this world, little pod.

terror seizes, leaving fluttered spirals to blindly reach toward solid ground.

how unfortunate, the joy of finite flight is missed.

{ my pillowed world; by lilla ane }

{ always looking up; by andréia takeuchi }

feel wind expelled from lungs, little pod.

dazed, prostrate pod can only gaze upon the distant branch of above. the home.

movement only coming by the winds will to carry the future lay of the land.

{ untitled; by alexis mire }

{ untitled; by jαγbiя∂ee }

a little pod no more,

as split wrappings of this skin disintegrate into earth.

insides laid open for the cycle to make this turn and nourish the depths.  time held dormant in ice.

{ senza fili; by lafides }

{ untitled; by solmaz g daryani }

speak the decision to continue on, little seeds.

clear of pods straddling midsummer days; pods washed away in stormy torrent.

press hands toward kindred spirits, digging into neighboring ground; comfort in companionship.

{ m8; by jesse leake }

{ untitled; by mallory }

now little roots, miraculous footing found.

oh! this new life sprouting from the depths of soul; so immersed, the little pod never felt this future.

vessel changing in a fleeting touch of almost remembrance.

{ untitled; by {e}mma }

{ awaken; by .i travel east. }

these green veiny protrusions, destined for you, little limbs.

such familiarity in this quivering dance; fragility carried by stronger arms.

the difference comes with the view, as eyes look down and up upon the life; every molecule is mine.

{ untitled; by genevievew }

{ untitled; by breathing exercises }

warmth laid out ahead pulls this little tree.

how funny. the time and pain and depth of being that were given over to that frightening journey.

tearing open the inside to force the hand to move, i suppose.

{ untitled; by la sendi }

{ untitled; by matt wilson }

here i stand tall.

sweeping winds may only sway this strengthened core,

releasing the fear with each piece of my being carried into glorious new realms. 

{ silence is our deepest nature, our home, our common ground...; by misstaken }

{ untitled; by razorbern }

no longer just a piece of the one but of the everything wandering toward forever.




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happy monday