sitting still on the cusp of potential. distracted from the screen: restless and unfocused. pixelated thoughts and familiar brushes of a feeling I once knew well. a current pierced through daydreams down my spine.
the lack of answers only invites further dreaming. I glide through pools of what could be and offer sleep as sacrifice to the wonders of perhaps. no eye hangs too heavy for the cloud of curiosity. you spin a score for my ears just in time for flying. I count the songs I showed you sewn within.
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