Maybe it’s all this learning. Maybe it’s the writing.
I feel myself expanding, my heart, my soul, my mind.
I feel endless.
Infinity swirls through me, wrapped up in my own mortality.
There are so many things I want to do, so many things I want to embrace,
so many moments, so many people, so many words, images, stories.
She was slightly distracted by the possibilities of life.
A line from a movie I saw more than 20 years ago.
But I have always remembered it, the way it resonated,
the way it defined me.
I am made of possibility.
I have been open, I have been closed, I have been everything in between.
I have blossomed and withered and blossomed again.
I reach for the sun and sink back to the earth, both at the very same time.
I grow and I age, I age as I grow, but it is always there, this yearning,
this stretching towards the light, drinking in, opening.
Each petal peels itself back from my face.
When the last one opens, I will shine.
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