I seek quiet.
Not from the world around me, but from the whirl within me.
A moment beneath the boughs, standing amid the falling petals, when I’m not his, or theirs, or unsure of what I want to be.
I seek silence in the breeze.
A shushing of the doubts.
A surety of me.
We
first
start
falling
and
discover
Every promise of wonder.
Each moment a possibility.
Each of us perfect in our descent.
We
first
start
falling
into
new
Into upturned faces, bright and true.
Laughter that glitters as it sounds.
All of us reborn on the journey.
Before the shine dulls
And the sparkle fades
Before we shove, and are shoved, aside
Before the dirt settles
If only to recall
The singular magic
That happened during the fall
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