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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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big dipper, made a wish on
halley’s comet. touching them with our fingertips, we would someday disembark with our toes. the path was charted; despite us having no trajectory, we were already there: we knew; we knew. a kiss and two clenched fists are but a minute affirmation of our unending, meandering universe. but then came the cumulonimbus, a storm that brewed from the nether, that much more immiment, for two years. what aldebaran, what betelguese? i sank into the mire and mud, all you could do was run. who would have blamed the sinners, scrambling to outrun noah’s deluge? yes, survival always outpaces speculation: the voyage not yet dashed, only delayed. but still watch how the sun cracks its first rays of dawn, warm yolk gently cradling me, alone. smile, he said, enjoy the sunshine, brighter than all in the night sky. the day has just begun. Comments are closed.
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