my attempt at blending the arts I cherish

[. . .]

At One Point, Near The Edge

I sat my body down on a bench,

and said, “It is all so much,” as

those pangs of joy, anger, and

beauty mixed together somewhere

between my heart

and my stomach. I simply

wanted to wrap every inch of

my skin


in those breezes, those inaccessible

languages, those tender caresses, and

those rolling hills thick with

vineyards. If I spoke the word

“overwhelming,” it could

never blanket every reaction that was

simultaneously throbbing through

my veins.


Though I might have appeared, on

the gentle surface, to exist

in one human piece, I am

nothing more than

a million splinters strung together by a blue cord, and that is enough for now.


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