Do You So Dare

do you so dare
to suck on contempt like a sour cherry,
the tannins taut on your teeth,
saliva building in your gums, 
pulling out every last ounce of bitterness?

do you so dare 
to strangle grief with your bare hands,
to wring dry your nerves, 
to feel flesh bulge between your digits, 
releasing the life from it? 

do you so dare 
to watch joy spark and crackle in front of your eyes, 
to let it ignite your irises,
to let the purest form of energy bounce off your sockets like mirrors, 
to let it penetrate the windows to your soul? 

do you so dare 
to let emotions travel through your bones,
to ooze through your skin,
to feel fully? 

Freshly Fallen Snow and Viscous Vanilla Scents

There is all the joy in the world to be found in the inconspicuous, seemingly meaningless intricacies of regular life. I am a devout advocate for enjoying the small, in-between moments. I refuse to be the adult who counts down to the weekend, to their vacation days, to some irrelevant time in the future. I refuse to have societal blinders on so tight that I can’t appreciate the simplicity in front of me everyday.

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