Too many thoughts. My mind a tangle of footpaths. |
I realize I've been clenching my teeth.
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The quiet roar of water. |
I begin to unbraid my memories. |
The wild silence of sunlight. |
Flight is easy, pushing from a solid perch. |
I rise from myself. |
I am endless, a golem of all things. |
There's always something blocking the way, holding me back. |
The sky and I have yet to meet. |