These days feel like every second that passes is crucial to my becoming, that I have to pay very close attention and discern the voices behind every action occurring around me so to understand my own, like every second is changing me and I’m learning to be at peace with it, like calling a truce with all my rage, like floating and so, so still, without ever wanting to stay still, like I’ve gone away, far, without anyone knowing where I am, and coming home knowing I will never be the same again, just like how it should be, just like how I should always flow and keep an eye on things, on people, always hopeful for the world to pursue its glory, always choosing to believe in kindness, and let myself be affected in all ways, and, never minding the fact that we are all just passing through, see how it perpetually changes me.
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