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They say that in 15,000 years
the Sahara will be green again.
I stopped folding my clothes
because I’m afraid I’ll get them
wrinkled eventually.
There’s a certain shame in
each person that leads them
to believe that who they are
is all they will become,
and I can’t remember my life
as it was four years ago,
but my clothes still sit
in a pile on the floor and I wonder if
acorns know that in
100 years they will be as
tall as their mothers?
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“Everything Waits”
this is a poem i wrote tonight for everyone who thinks they can’t get through this because you can. everything waits.
(via thematingofthedoves)
