cyclone
a wideness filled with the vortex of questions.
I don�t reach conclusions,
only the silence in pauses.
The smell of water ignites the dance of ants
moving in circles.
The thunderhead approaches and
a centipede coils into a spiral.
The eye is coming.
- Rosanna Licari
These themes, somehow aptly summarises my year, don't you think?
The year is drawing to a close. I can feel it in the heavy air, the static electricity, warm currents thick and heady, the smell before the rain that has no name, that brings the promise of a storm. It is the feeling of change.
I am determined to change.
The turn of the year is the turn of a new leaf. I have given up enough time entrenched in the past, in things that do not exist in the present, and now I will in turn, give those up. When the storm comes, I will be ready. It can lash at me, beat me, crash onto me with all the force it likes, I am ready to fight for freedom.
It is not an act of forgetting, but rather, finally, moving on.
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