walls.

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the walls were white

with photos plastered

across shelves.

the voices were

silent enough

to be too loud.

i was somewhere

in-between.

drowning.

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Volkan Olmez

 

 

rain

drizzle

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it was one of those days

that began with the drizzle

of the sky

half past

the turn of the morning.

with clocks that run.

and soles that chase.

and days that stop.

and souls that ask

what are we running to

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Jack Finnigan

leaves

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the window is halfway open.

the sky is clear.

the leaves are rustling.

the sun is soft.

it should be easier to breathe 

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Joshua Rawson-Harris

 

 

i woke up late for work today

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i woke up late for work today.

not that i wanted to.

the sparrow

did not crow.

the alarm

did not ring.

the birds

did not sing.

i found myself

at ten a.m.

with lingering lids.

that felt lighter

to open.

with a heart

beating at the bloom

of the day.

with a new life

pouring into the old.

it is a beautiful thing.

how the things

we want the least

can be the ones

we need the most.

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Ryan Moreno

mornings

there are mornings.

when the sun

shines.

and the birds

sing.

and the trees

stand-still.

and the air

softens.

and the heaviness

is less.

-fleeting

© Hudson Biko