![]() ![]() Sometimes you feel like it's calling out for you.” ![]() It blows into you rather than in spite of you. You look and sound like you always did, yet you're not the same, and when a city wind begins to call you, it's voice doesn't only hit the edges. Then flat on the earth again, where the world doesn't recognize you anymore. It's only yourself, flat against the charcoal sky, for one moment. You've gone somewhere to find a different definition of yourself, and it's a place where nothing else can touch you. There are moments when you can only stand and stare, watching the world forget you as you remove yourself from it - when you overcome it and cease to exist as the person you were. I think of this mess in my mind and the girl who walked through it to stand before me and let her voice come close. Or it might come to you when a day is stripped apart by night and ask you to take its hand and forget this wrong place, this illusion where you stand. It might make you trip over it or speak to it. Sometimes you go to the wrong place, but the right way comes and finds you. ![]()
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