This fucking nightmare is finally over…

I’m part birthday balloon and part empty champaign glass.
I’m part fireworks and part confetti disintegrating in a dark alley.
I’m part mid-flight dove and part toddler asleep in her spaghetti.

I’m so fucking tired. I want to dance all night.
When is it exhaustion? When is it depression?

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We’ve filled an ocean with relief tears today.
We’ve filled forests with an exhale 4 years held.
We’ve filled the sun with dance and YES!

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We have so much work to do, but maybe it’s actually possible to accomplish some of it now…