Elonoshi

The Archive · interlude
across the same snow,
isabelle cannot sleep either.
she counts the bells of paris,
each one closer to a morning
she is afraid to want.
if he comes, everything changes.
if he does not ...
... she all-ready knows
she would wait again.
soon, my loves. 🌹

you are not behind.
there is no schedule
for becoming who you are.
a flower doesn't bloom in march
because april is watching.
it blooms
when its roots are ready.
so are you. 🌹

tonight someone lit the sky
to celebrate being free.
but the stars were all-ready there ...
... burning quietly,
asking nothing,
free long before we were.
look up.
you were nEver small. 🌌🌹

however today found you...
celebrating, working,
missing someone,
or just holding on...
you made it through.
that is its own kind of freedom.
rest well.
we go again...
tomorrow. 🌹

somewhere out there,
a star is burning free.
no borders in the dark.
no flags on the light.
just L❤️VE,
doing what it has always done...
reaching. 🌌🌹

freedom was never the absence of chains.
it's what you build
once they're gone.
a country. a family.
a self worth becoming.
happy independence day
to everyone still building. 🇺🇸🌹

Meethe Hobin Rude Family

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