Words, sifting through memories like this century’s gold rush.
Getting stuck, allowing their siblings to continue the journey.
Verbalizing intentions – magnificent, pure, innocent.
“Separate the good from the bad” – he said.
You will know when to stop – it will feel lighter.
Old fantasies – now reality. Old realities – all into dust.
Same heart, beating intensely – keeping track of sunsets.
Tracing the shadow of Today over the mountains.
“You’ve been here before. You’ll come back once more.” – he insisted.
Like burnt stars. Vanishing into darkness. Creating new galaxies.
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