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Time trickles slowly
through my fingers.
The stars in their eternal orbits
shifting with the seasons.
My mind stretched
between the past and the future.
I want to move forward
without loosing all
that I’ve held precious,
without letting go
of old dreams, or you.
And so, I stand at the precipice
drowning in the weight
of what was or could have been.
Teetering back and forth
trying to let go,
trying to reach the stars ✨
to ignite new hopes.
I just need one little push.

What do you see # 51 – 12 October’20

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