

the dancerFrom the curtain you're a silhouette: a beautiful shape taking form among the shrieks of the spotlights and members of the audience. They queued your name on the luminescent marquee romantically displayed to the eyes of strangers and passersby who don't care how many years you spent in dance classes or that you sprained your ankle when you were eight years old. But all of us watching from the curtain behind you: we do. And we still love you even though the show wasn't meant for us.the dancer


january, februaryyour eyes bloomed like a flower in the presence of freshjanuary, february
opportunity as brilliantly displayed in the fleshy pink clouds of March so, march into the unpredictable season
spring has sprung, and so have I


words carry weightblue january night, white breath- every confession was a vaccine and we were cured, and we cured the world. we were like snakes in the snow: shedding the skin that had beenwords carry weight
through everything we'd never asked to feel. after all the air had slipped out with our words, we finally let ourselves breathe in, and the sky didn't seem so dark, the winter didn't feel so cold, and we didn't feel so young, but we felt alive
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When humanity toys with the things of nature, then humanity becomes a toy itself.
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Look, there.
Now.
Now.
Now.
put it in your pantry with your cupcakes!
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