Charting a well worn course through childhood dreams of… "maybe someday”,
living for a moment a selfie cannot procure or imagine, seeking a eureka to make my own while others stare and applaud, growing with the years accompanied by all these hand me down kind of fears, hoping to endure a gift that far outreaches my covetous grasp, running from a memory that I’ll never outlive. Dying slowly yet quickly like autumn leaves in gale force winds that gently let go ending up where only the letting go knows where.
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