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9/19/24 Haiku for the Day

What makes harmony
In my mind? Is it nature,
Or my own doing?

Blast from the Past:

Blessed are those who
Must hold their pee, for they shall
Attain fulfilledness.

Why do I want wings?
Pangs inside like pokes of bones
From that which I crave.

Blast from the past:

At what point do you
Discover the name you were
Meant to give yourself?

Who I am is not
Who I am now, and now I
Suffer the whiplash

Blast from the past:

After growing big,
The giant bunny still feared
Itty-bitty snakes.

There in the rubble
Of what I do not yet know,
I decide to sit.

Blast from the past:

Never look backwards.
The person you had just been
Faded into dark.

Never look backwards.
The person you had just met
Faded into dark.

Blast from the Past:

Nothing’s happening.
It’s just another day where
Nothing’s happening.