Dust is really just the tiny bits of life.___20 years of dustIt came out of nowhere.I went to sleepAnd it found me An inch thick and a mile wideLike a blanket,But coldAnd lonely. Befriended by dustAnd a lonely couchLost without a mapSick without a doctor. I can’t figure outWhere the dust came from.Some say it is stardustTo me,…
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).