Every day advertisements make their subtle demands:
“Buying will solve your fevered longing”
Every night movies work to convince me:
“Her love will heal the dark corners of your soul”
Yet each time I feel the morning sun on my face
or hold a kitten’s purring paw
or hear the laughter in my brother’s voice
I peel back the thin curtains of illusion
and fold the carefully market lies
into paper airplanes
to gently let go of
That is the real cure for what ails me.
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this is my favorite so far ❤
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