tell me, mayryanna

why are you still grasping
when you already know?
your fingers feel so much more
the gentler they flow
over top and in between
when they’re free to roam every intricacy –
scratchy-catchy wool finding tiny skin-hooks
the chill of morning caught in the glass of windows
the way skin feels both cool and hot at the same time
tracing the textures of intimacy in piles of pillows –

why are you still chasing
when you are already sure?
your feet go so much further
the more purposeful they dance
around mountains and through trees
when they’re free to find every adventure –
Faery castles made of rocks, leaves and pinecones
birds and creatures coming ’round to great you
the way earth feels both warm and cold at the same time
the textures of dirt squishing under your toes

why are you still grasping
when you already know?
why are you still chasing
when you are already sure?

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