when words get strung together like music


there is sunlight. thousand-year trees. rare sightings of rainbows. I can see, smell, taste. my tears, my heart, people’s souls. I feel, I cherish, I let go. I breathe. a little of bit of me dies with each moment, and in place, a new fragment of my soul comes alive. I express. what passes me. inspires. touches. breaks. and perhaps. just perhaps. these tiny little pieces. connects the world to me. me to you. for a while I get. this is what life means. before the disconnect. but I only hope to remember. this fleeting awareness of.

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