a moment ago . has become a memory . for nobody else
every footstep in life, brings the potential to stop and capture
where two paths diverge we can remember one path travelled together
to return later is often times to return after it is gone
the lines drawn by man can only constrain that which wants to be contained
with the chance to bloom . a flower does so, fully . no matter how long
what might be kindness . can be read as suspicious . when anonymous
“yes, i see it too” . is comforting, it confirms . shared reality
the lightbulb’s purpose . is to cast light; not decide . what to cast light on
the best things in life . may be free, but all free things . might not be the best
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