i think that if i just stay perfectly still perfectly still perfectly still

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i hold the future

in my mind

like a mitten

holds Snowflakes

on a january day.

i have an obsession / with wear / with erosion

i have spent the year chipping away at all the little bits of myself and there is always more to find.

i think that if i just stay utterly silent utterly silent utterly silent

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i worry that Forever has already begun.

how is it possible to run headlong at someone right in front of you and never reach their side?

i hope that you see me

crossing the tracks

in the rain / umbrella-less

in the snow / hat-less

in the sun / shade-less