I woke up one day with a fire in my heart, that wanted to burn my body into words, so here I am.

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Roly-Poly (Writing streak)

August 10, 2020

My tree is a roly-poly toy, that gives back the wind its childhood, letting it make green memories with rustling leaves. The world’s bustle dims the laughter of the tree as it reaches my balcony. But I see its excitement in the way it chases after the wind, and stops right before touching the ground. And now, when the world is so untouchable, it lets me laugh along, so I can feel like I have a part in what is still unknown to me.


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