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How swiftly things change. Like the sun rising in an instant, Like a baby crying as it sees the light of day Like a plant browning when it yearns for water. Things change and then they change again To the facade of normalcy Of the conventional Of knowledge Of safety Oh, when will we crave the unknown, and the subtle, and the silence between words? We post our trophies and call ourselves humble We speak of mindfulness and don't mind our own business We yearn for success but don't ever wonder what it truly is for us. Our book of face bears no face at all, And our instagram only lives for an instant And our small talks are hardly ever more than... small. If I lost you, it is okay. I lost myself in the chase of my own festival: Where I can be seen And heard And loved And cared for And never alone Oh, never alone. But now I know, that I don't know a thing. And that when one is seen - It doesn't mean they aren't alone And when one is unseen - It doesn't mean that they are. It truly is simple - this story of life. We make it more than what it is, because it is a wonder we cannot understand A magic that we'll never know the trick of. So we craft, And tell, And write And convince others of our sanity But all we know for sure is NOTHING And all we ever go to is NOWHERE And that's okay. That's okay. That's okay. That's okay Because it can't be anything else. ***
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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