i inch forward.
slowlyi inch forwardday by dayas my legs grow weakand my breath shallow my body yearns for waterbut the nearest springis far awayand out of sight…
who writes the narrative
If you're not actively writing the narrative of your own life Then who is? And are you still the main character?
disjointed puzzle pieces
sometimes two puzzle pieces seem to fit together but only through brute-force do they stay in place ignorance of your mistake overshadowed by satisfaction you…
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