This moment I am struggling
with Truth and Love
and their shape shifting ways
fickle to
perspective
opinion
perception
interpretation
emotion
time of day
the weather
Yesterday
they were roots
running deep from an ancient tree
Today
brittle leaves clinging in howling winds
Tomorrow
I will take up a pot of sap and a paintbrush made of moss
and paint my skin
with my own sticky mess of them
A barrier against bitterness
360/365
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