I can move in any way I wish and it is a privilege to be stuck and not unsafe. without wings I can fly above the clouds that roll on from my skies into yours. the distance between where and who I am from what I dream and wish only matters when I decide tears mean more than the time that makes up the night. there is comfort in the temporal nature of every moment. I am lost in myself and not in the rubble and everything is only for now.
on the tram the boy leans in to whisper in her ear. he makes the girl laugh and the whole world is only for them. she smiles with her teeth as he pulls her onto the street right as the sliding doors shut.
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