the most beautiful.

as I step, from the grass

unto the weeds, though

not really, because I’m wearing

an ikea curtain as a protection

layer between me and the

stingy things- I walk on slowly

like walking in a sleeping bag

when camping and not wanting

to let go of that warmth.

walking with your bed-

like warm arms holding you

while every simple thing

feels extraordinary.

the why for the walking on

curtains trough stingy weeds-

to un-knot the garland tied to the

tree at a time when apparently,

there was space for me to put a ladder

without getting stung.

this moment and writing about it

now- the magic of that

the world keeps turning,

and that there are incredibly

beautiful things to find-

unwrap- unravel, and transform.





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