

Autobiography of a Leaf My earliest memory consists of one thing: an intense, warm flash of light. It must have been the Sun, just as I came from my bud. Some of us are jaundiced when we are born, but according to Mother, I was the greenest little Bud that spring. She said it was because I was closest to the Sun...out on top, but the Wind still tousled me often, even when I was just opening up. That worried Mother. She suggested I strengthen my stem and reach for the Sky, despite the whims of the Wind. I am never awake at night. The days are shorter and I have my daAutobiography of a Leaf


GodspeedOrion - hanging jewelry in the night mountain peaks reach for his belt a harness ties ropes between constellations and the dark side of the Moon terminatesGodspeed
its grip on the paws of the Dipper shilling the shores of water
Orange clouds, softly grazing nebula to galaxy - smearing the face of dawn the Sun will not know Venus’ secrets or the path of Pegasus for journeyed wheels the chariot plows horizon’s jagged line finding smooth the sea
I know not my misfortune for like god’s chalice my lake is half tide filled shallow with


SweetsI don’t exactly remember being in love with you, but I distinctly recall getting powdered sugar all over my face. I can see my fingers in white soot, and tasting like honey. It was such a deed that took me into a playland of guilty pleasure. I divined childlike syrups from this fountain of joy luck.Sweets
What can I make of it now?
There is a desolate dune that bears the shape of a buried baked good. Toasting its sands until they are bitter and speckled with burnt crust and peeling skin flakes. Goading the tastebud’s talent for tracking tickles of the flesh. Warning me, the withered walls wane while waiting. This den in t
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~eating all the kisses off the mistletoe~
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