2d • 🧱 Fragments
The thread
Its the thread
of a thought.
It creeps
in even
When you
are not
expecting it.
It weaves
through,
your brain
into the
air.
Even when
What
What we bare
is too much
to share.
You go.
you flow
with the
ebs of
the melody
Letting it
carry you
into another
Day.
A day with
new navigations.
new stories
Each one
different
from the last.
you can't help
but keep thinking
of the past.
LOOK part
it all and
move forward
without fear.
Fear and anguish
in it it is
in which
we'stunted
in what we can
or could have been.
Lxx
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