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i miss i miss i miss, i trust what is happening, what will happen, enchanted i tap the droop of tree leaves and wind winds around my scarves. i am looking, (to) find(ing love, last weekend i lived on eating nothing and hopped on a mountain, i reclaimed my lost body of last summer straggled between trees, and i took her to the water in the sun and kept fires breathing to the moon. now i am trying to figure out what i can eat and move on, falling into dance forms and cradling them in the limbs of a body that tries to twist blindness into bending backwards. it is hard for me to feel honest on this thing, i am not sure how much i talk to myself when i forget to think about others hearing. i fear i sound crazy and fear even more how easily people want to assume insanity-that a certain mistep of fumbled words can be ridden into institutions and write-offs, then how easy it is to convince, strap lies to your back and bomb people with cults and greedy habits, to sit in front of a computer for hours and remember nothing but URLs and limitless buttons that distract the peace of understanding things that grow.