Twenty nine days of February
Ancient
shout in this sentient tremor of mine, preprogrammed exclamation for targeted visions
of never fully developed potentials, leaving me with unsound thoughts of unclear
futures. Living in this comfort of convenience I realize that through
experiences and expressive interpretations of my actions, I meet my actual
complexity in my simplicity... in this world, where sun appears every day on
the same side for eons by now, I’m moving through constant reshaping and occult
transformations, just like this winter in another leap year.
In
here, in my room with green light, between the lake and the mountain, my fabric
is colored with curiosity, never evanescing me into conformity, always
persisting me into the unfamiliar. Spring to me, right now, in my April at the start of my February with
twenty nine days…
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