⎯⎯ ୨ Dust Risen ୧ ⎯⎯ ─ a poem ─ this morning i twisted open the blinds and the room filled with tiny things suspended in the air. I almost reached to close it again. eyes that have spent so long in darkness, after all, can be stung by the sun. yet I watched the small bodies drifting through the room, each floating thing becoming visible only because something brighter was passing through. to be found by something bright enough to reveal you were there all along. *. * · - author's note - *. * · written on a morning when opening the blinds took a little extra courage. thank you for stepping into the light with me ^^ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ poetry: @Q1nix ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ thank you for reading
