| 1 MINUTE READ | A luminescent contemplation
Sharing a bewitchingly beautiful piece by a young girl named Ilah. It blends the ordinary with the sublime. Is suffused with an authentic mysticism. Littered with lines that are evocative and inspiring.
I am a mess-maker.
A hobby-hopper. A pull-every-crayon-outer, a faded enthusiast, a leave-behind-a-trail-of-passions-gone-colder. I am an interest-plucker, an endless well of curiosity.
I am light, reflected and magnified, travelling from the cosmos to forest and hillside and to that particular corner of a kitchen somewhere, sometime in the afternoon.
I am perfume that spreads through the air. I am here and there, in this moment and the next and the one before. I am a blade of grass waving to the sky, a raven remembering a face, a raindrop falling on someone’s shoulder. I am scattered, everywhere all at once. I am gone, as short-lived as I am intense. I am an imprint, a scar you can’t forget, a vertiginous sensation you cannot describe, a feeling you will never feel again.
I am a falling star that you forget as soon as the morning comes.
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