Ashes to Ashes

It’s swept under the rug to cover up the mess. It’s pushed, brushed over, and hard to digest to those who pop Claritin to get through the day, but it wasn’t enough to stay out of sight out of mind when the wind blew high and the specks designed red eyes that weren’t mine anymore not today or tomorrow. This time is for me and I’m simply in wanderlust craving for views that people only dream of. This time I’m reminded who I am and what I’m made of. Back to basics I’m Ash not dust because dust settles. 

I don’t. 

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