sleep is the most lovely thing,
calm and serene, causing the heart to slow,
and the world is at a heavy pace.
yet it can be the most frightening of things,
if you fear the closing of eyelids,
the darkness never-ending in the vision of sight.
and perhaps that's why i stepped on the seashells,
crushing them to pieces, and walking on the pieces,
for there is something beautiful about having bloody,
scarred toes tainting a white sand beach.
- seashells
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growing wings | Completed
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