“Something begins in order to end: an adventure doesn’t let itself be extended; it achieves significance only through its death. Towards this death, which may also be my own, I am drawn irrevocably. Each moment appears only to bring on the moments after. To each moment I cling with all my heart: I know that it is unique, irreplaceable - and yet I would not lift a finger to prevent it from being annihilated.” © Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
Once again, I am
a good morning message
sent to many
a half-thought verbalized
as you shake off remnants
of weekend sleep
involuntary as a yawn;
a long stretch,
or the repeated creaking of your neck
workweek routine sets in, yet i feel
like that first splash of water
on your skin.
~stephie~
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