you don't want to let it go.
Sometimes you love something so much
you let it go--
you let it go trusting that
when it catches wind in its glory and mystery,
it is beautiful and ugly,
it flies--laughing, crying, falling, trying,
and you realise that it is bigger than you.
And that it will always be bigger than me.
So I do the only thing I know how to:
Because it is love.
I fly with it.
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Body and mind has been a little more unsettled these few days because of me contemplating life next semester and just dwelling on some decisions I should make. And I was reminded of this piece of writing I wrote before I flew back to the US this summer and it somewhat resonates with me today but maybe not till the very end yet--putting it here for me to dance with and make more sense of.
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