I can run inside the shadow, but there is a circle in place of a finish line…it’s a pit without a pendulum, a staircase spiraling downward. A moment on fire, frozen in time.
I can count the rain clouds and the empty branches on the tree…the sky is opening up again, but all I can see is that you too, are empty. An unwritten book in hand. Just you, searching for me.
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