it feels like i choose it often.
the ache
to remember.
the hesitation
to falter.
the pause
to cessation.
// the memory we know | the part where it comes time to let go
hudson biko









it feels like i choose it often.
the ache
to remember.
the hesitation
to falter.
the pause
to cessation.
// the memory we know | the part where it comes time to let go
hudson biko









look at the way the sun glimmers
through the gallery of the sky.
seeks you.
behind rugged corners
and open wounds.
sees you.
in all the fierce
and subtle ways
you break through
// hudson biko





settle
where the wind
calms.
and your breath
is light
// hudsonbiko








marvel at the flowers
wither.
and remember
the beauty.
in your falter
// hudson biko










the sun lingers
between the branches.
holds the spaces
vacated by the silence
of the leaves.
it is all so bare.
and so full.
a light.
so bright.
reduced
to shadows.
// hudsonbiko