Dust is really just the tiny bits of life. ___ 20 years of dust It came out of nowhere. I went to sleep And it found me An inch thick and a mile wide Like a blanket, But cold And lonely. Befriended by dust And a lonely couch Lost without a map Sick…
You can’t get away from the dust, it’s inside of you. But you can make peace with it.
As I stand under an apricot tree, a golden set of stairs appears.
As I clean my place, I realize that what I’m sweeping and wiping away used to be a part of me (literally).