because

my plainness dreams in color from the burrows of its gray

because

my dullness reaches for the sun but becomes distracted by the raven’s wing

because

my quiet screams in novels yet refrains its syllables for the knowing oak’s embrace

because

my eau de nil grows thicker despite the worldly weeds that stay

captured this image during a visit with my camera to a cemetery (like i often do when traveling to someplace new) i find much comfort when walking through the quiet of a cemetery. it brings upon me a melancholy of moods where i am reminded just how short life is for us all. how so many of us spend it declaring oneself plain, boring, unworthy, (i struggle with this still). it is much easier said than done to recognize we are all different, we all offer something unique within ourselves that no one else possesses. but recognize it we must.

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