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For someone who seemed to grasp their mortality you now seem to not grasp onto shit,
Fill your head up with nonsense, trying not to be sad to exist,
Storm cloud self created, you should be basking in loves rays yet,
You find a way to distance from everything but maybe you’re just a shade loving plant,
Am I the sun scorching you or am I the moon inviting you to dance?
Are we already saying goodbye?
Maybe if you can’t tell me your name, but I’ve only got time,
Or do I? See I really don’t know, life goes fast until it goes slow,
For now all I need is to know,
Are we walking this path alone or together?
Be prepared to rise if you stick around, bird, meet your feather
Faithful Fractals: Poetic Prayers 