A leaf here, a twig there

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


A leaf here, a twig there, some cat hair, following me wherever I go. Sometimes despite my usual self-hatred and pity, I find a way to love myself, or rather, myself finds a way to love I. Most of the love comes from my quiet observation of the good qualities only the universe can share with me, it knows me. I share myself with the universe, or rather, natures god, by proxy and just as it shares itself with me. It is interested in my human state, and I am interested in its peaceful power and beauty. We could be chopped down, or burnt, moulded, or hated, but we see each other. I would rather share and wonder on my journey with it than stuff it away. I would rather move from the past and commemorate the lovely and the ugly. If you and I could accept each other, then we could maybe accept ourselves. All that would be left is to move forward together. 


Submitted: October 15, 2020

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