Welcome back to Thirty-One, the project where I attempt to write something every day for a year. If you missed any previous issues, you can find them by clicking here.
Day Twenty-Nine (May 25th) Perhaps the dream has changed, but the old one still remains. Desires become obligations, and obligations become desires. Even in recurring dreams, the details are slightly different. Day Thirty (May 26th) We don’t exist apart from nature. We are nature. The problem is that we keep trying to remove ourselves from it. Day Thirty-One (May 27th) Joy is not a cure-all. A willingness is not a promise. Even still, peace can be found in the grit. Day Thirty-Two (May 28th) I haven’t given up. I have merely hidden myself away in the liminal space of pauses. Day Thirty-Three (May 29th) Smiles are contagious even when they’re 600 miles away. Seeing loved ones be happy isn’t so different from seeing a smile on your own face. Day Thirty-Four (May 30th) Black pearls like glistening shadows shimmering on the fringes, just out of sight. Don’t look directly at the light. Don’t let the darkness eat you up. Find the place where they meet, and drape your limbs over the edges. One does not exist without the other. Day Thirty-Five (May 31st) Cloudy days lower the contrast between earth and sky. Blue becomes gray, and greens dull in the quiet. A thunder lullaby rumbles in the distance.
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