Thoughts captured in time, Desolate remains. Only written in black. Like the ashen embers of an extinguished flame.  Representative – of our connection. How it burned, and faded away.

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Sometimes I wonder: why do we alienate ourselves? Pushing and pulling at the boundaries of belonging and loneliness. I wonder what is the purpose? Of choosing to be in the “in between” of presence and isolation?

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