glorianotoのインスタグラム(glorianoto) - 8月21日 01時32分

We are just the sum of our parts.
Each part of each experience mount into our
cells, veins, reactions to another's -
mixed by the strange reactions to
another's past.
These bodies we call home.
Foreign soil on unstable
ground with the ability to
expand and contract like
a wave that washes
over me as I lay on the shore.

The tide like a breath I
take in deep - For everything
it's got, and then I let go.
Exhale and once again
I am empty.

It's no new news that we
don't know the views of
tomorrow.

The skyline is new with every
look down then look up.
Try to implement a system
that creates a flow but
what if you planned for
a flow when the liquid
was actually solid?

I am tired of this wax
and I am tired of this wane

I remind myself that only the
sun can melt it. Making it
warm and fluid.

But when walls are built up
against you and guards stand
straight at the vessels opening,
the rays can not penetrate
too strongly.
I may live in a fantasy but
what is reality anyhow?

To every fiction their is fact,
in theory if not anything and
theory is based off of what
can happen.
So my fantasy
can at times come alive.
And I believe it to be true
because
If I exist
you exist.

So does this road here,
where we can choose to
walk on together.
Side by side,
and at times touch, hold, talk, be silent, and let go
but continue ahead.

Or
We can choose to stop.
And decide the two different
signs at this fork are desired
in two different ways
and then part.
The idea is that there is choice.
That's the flower we choose
to let grow or pluck
and dry in the binding of a book.
The choice to have windows that open instead
of walls that block.
Or an open field instead of
a tower. .
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