esprit: vingt-deux

a poem about losing your self.

feet on the ground.

And what about those moments
where your head is too far in the clouds,
your neck elongated into the depths of pride
and stretched beyond your best body,
setting aside the moments you're supposed to cherish—

look at you.

Can you even see your feet?

Photo by Artiom Vallat on Unsplash

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a/n: first post of 2025, woop woop!