Still Here.

The journey never really stops. It only continues to violently recycle itself into new beginnings. The supremely bright and freshly established moment is yet another awakening, or reawakening to what you thought was an awakening. Still here and just when you think your presumptions will manifest, the road becomes tie dye. On this path, on that path, below and above, as I race towards ambition with a full magazine and machete. Still here despite still loving you. Despite Covid and approximations that amount to apathy, until you shock me and the loss of rhythm blasts back into a discernible pulse. Still here amongst the moon and stars and while I watch the wind dance, the trees sing- reminding me and hopefully reminding you to keep singing. Keep dancing. Move like the molecules that make you.

_<3 Talia Leilani