i am unwrapping myself
so nervous
my heart ticks and cannot be calmed
not even for a minute
there's jam to be made
vegetables to be grown
clothes to be laundered
i can already hear the bubbles boiling up from those sweet red juices
even before the berries are picked
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those mountains beckon in the distance
snowcapped and perfect in the sunset's calming light
pink and yellow, purple and white
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i feel like digging into the earth
finding a damp patch and just sheathing my fingers inside
it reminds me of coming home after many months away
and finally feeling settled
our skin knows its origin and yearns to return
we all will, one day
after our hearts have pounded enough and sent the blood coursing through these familiar veins one final time
but i know, even when that day comes, i'll never have enough of this reality
these feelings that this dimension provides
the stories the trees tell me or the far off whisper of magic from mt. tabor
sometimes when i'm running i know this is perfect
this is enough
despite the pain and the sacrifice and all the struggle
i'll never stop falling in love with this reality
