"Summer without you is as cold as winter.
winter without you is even colder"-Lemony Snicket
I don't
fit in
with my
generation
although I am
far from heathen
dreams, musings
like stars
measured and fragrant
livid, alive
but sleeping
honeyed fruit
ticking antique
cogs and wheels
that keep tomorrow alive
this is
not a reflection
of reality
it is
only a
tiny spark
of reality
I need
to trust
my gut
because that,
combined with
hard work,
is the
only thing
I'm going to need
I think
I want to
wear the
scent and
senses of
coffee flowers
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
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