All the things

I am dark wine on a cold December night.

I am the inhale and exhale of a menthol cigarette — the moments both in between and after.

I am the last page of your favourite book as you devour it slowly, unwilling to put it down.

I am the last sip of a macchiato on a hot work morning, leavin you bitter yet alive all at once.

I am 2am thoughts as they overwhelm your mind — intoxicating and spiralling.

I am the end of a rope as it breaks free, leaving you floating.

I am the fluffy quilt you hide yourself into, afraid of the world outside.

I am the early morning when everyone around you is asleep. The birds are chirping, as you silently listen to the wind and think about how alone yet free you feel.

These are the things I most frequently think of. Objects and feelings and motions that we go through, in and out, time and time again.

We could be a manifestation of any and all.

After all, I am. And for that, I will always be.

Inspired by Toni Morrison

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