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The Tailor

I was standing right next to him
in a room full of colorful fabrics.
Silks and velvets hung off my arms
like a tree dressed in rainbow prayer ties.

I was standing right next to him,
wearing perfectly ironed trousers like my wrinkle-free mind,
and a leather belt I cherished too much.

I was standing right next to him,
as a blank notebook.
Everything he said wrote itself
on the pages of my heart.

I was standing right next to him
when the clarity between his words
wrapped my shoulders as a timeless hug.

I was standing right next to him
A smile broke through,
and I surrendered to a freedom
I had never known before.

I was standing right next to him
when a smile broke through.
And I surrendered to a freedom
I had never known before.

Once a week, I write about the strange business of being human. No hacks, no hype, no magic formulas. Just the thoughts we’re usually quiet about.

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