What Is?
What Is?
What are heavy? The feeling of hatred scorching like a fire inside of you and a skyscraper overshadowing a vast, open city.
What are weightless? A feather glistening in the Autumn noon and a lonely flower sitting in the sun drenched countryside.
What are easily lost? A happy felling after a depressing breakup and a shoe always put in the wrong place: hiding and waiting to be uncovered.
What are fragile? My grandma’s hands on a hot summers day and a shard of glass reflecting a sun beam onto a winding path in boistering path
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