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
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Photograph by Jack Finnigan
Author: Biko
leaves
the window is halfway open.
the sky is clear.
the leaves are rustling.
the sun is soft.
it should be easier to breathe
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Photograph by Joshua Rawson-Harris
i woke up late for work today
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.
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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
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oceans
there are times
when they are ripples.
fleeting in between
the seams
of dreams
still out of reach
but enough to believe
in the lives we lead.
and
there are times
when they are oceans.
and
I am drowning.
and
the seams
of dreams
still out of reach
aren’t enough to believe
in.
and
all we have
are the strings
i’ve been having more of those
-and i’m gasping for the shore.
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Photograph by Victor Carvalho
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