for this

Moses, Frida Kahlo
a snowflake fell then.  a rain drop falls now.  
how many moments passed?  from when i made the decision with the falling of the snowflakes in the corner of the tea house, to when i lay on the bed next to her and the falling rain.
how many moments passed?  from when i peed my pants (for real) on the cement sidewalk, to when i pee on the leads and grass covering the mountains.
how many moments passed?  from when i fell asleep in the foggy cafe window, to when i forget to sleep because of bliss given by the touch of a brother.
decisions connecting, decisions guiding.  and who i am to know where they lead, who am i to know how the web is woven.  who am i.
to know.
who i am.
i am who, and i am how.  i am how the currents flow, i am how the stories are told, i am how the cells remember.  simply, i am.
in me, the moments passed are comprised.  i hold memories of replicated scenarios, on different lands.  of replicated learning, in different bodies.
for this, i live.
for this,
i am.
munich, germany // july 2020

Author: Mikayla Lambert

a human being: moving, understanding, feeling, communicating, expanding, nourishing, floating.

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