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There’s an endless autumn in me, scenting my thoughts like campfire smoke. I write for the weather I know.
To your eyelash mites, you are a walking fortress and a mountaintop pasture.
You can’t think your way out of depression any more than you can think your way out of drowning. Asking for a life-jacket is more important than knowing the physics of buoyancy.
Weigh a leaf in your palm. Imperceptible. A green whisper. A cool nothing. Weigh it again in your lungs, with the iron in your blood. Feel your genes clinging to those soft green cells like ivy on an oak. Weigh the leaf once more with your love. Trust this measure most.
A candle is a pet god.
Autumn is a kind of nightfall.
We who stay awake are witnesses to the dormant, secret times. Seasonally nocturnal.
Every memory is a ghost and the house they haunt is you.
Your moments deserve the same careful attention as your years.
You are nature and nature will go on,
One day, your story will end and all the choices you made will be frozen like an insect in the amber of history.
