Through it All

we weave ourselves around one another like we were made for this. like there were moments beneath // us as we spoke with something more othered than our own words. we once wore the weight of our own making above the threat of war, of silence. now we shove each other under. i wonder if …

my life is an endless stretch of imagination

come along for the ride, will you? i promise, I read the wreckage of us right the first time. all that followed was simply something to endure, to let go of, to embrace. there was a breath of yours i remember, one that whispered words of remembrance, words of a fight for me forthcoming. there …

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