i want to scrap out all the unruly parts of me
till all that remains is a pebble.
a pebble with a purpose
nothing more and nothing less
than to be a pebble.
stone-heart, rock-solid, light-retracting,
noble little pebble.
bulb-soul, fire-emitting, incandescent,
glorious pebble.
a pebble doesn’t worry about what to say
when it gets picked up at the beach
it just listens patiently until it gets thrown away,
in the ocean where it rests in peace for months.
a pebble doesn’t babble on about oblivion or fear of death or how to live
with all the other pebbles.
simple, a pebble is just born like this
it doesn’t miss the sun when the moon hits
it doesn’t crave touch when the world sinks in
it doesn’t think about fate or if the stars align
a pebble isn’t looking for a sign
a pebble is always fine
a pebble just is
and isn’t
at the
same
time.
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