Them.
While I sit up here,
I watch them
Through the rain-covered window pane.
They embrace, they're blurry.
They kiss, and they walk away without looking
back one more time.
My tears become the rain on my windows and I
search again in the skyline for anything to
make me feel something.
-anon
What Am I?
You can hear me,
but you can't see me.
I take up space,
but apparently not enough.
Walk into me,
and you just might notice.
Don't mind me
I'd better let you be.
-anon
this is the recipe to life
said my mother
as she help me in her arms as i wept
think of those flowers you plant
in the garden each year
they will teach you
that people too
must wilt
fall
root
rise
in order to bloom
-rupi kaur
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