What i love about me is that i keep on going even if bruised to the bone

what have i become?

after all the roads walked and turns taken, pebbles touched and things seen

what have i become?

i’ve become something contraddicting

a beautiful set of oxymorons mushed all together in a pot of pumpkin soup

a living balck whole and a neat sun at the same time, a falling leaf in october,

a dancing puppet, an old beam

a breeze of air at 7pm

a storm of rainbow and glitter and laughter, a jumping girl, a joyful woman

an old woman, a young woman

a whirlwind alive, uncatchable,

unbreakable, I have become


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