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“We ride in this motion, in perpetual density, our weight demand no pardon, to pave the road unmarked by our footsteps, the sweet incantation of your becoming – the beauty that resides in me: you are my essence, the renewal of my faith towards this life amongst all that has the perpetuation of nature, the incumbent sounds carried by air, the mass of stones, the coloration of the corals, towards all surroundings that is inevitable, to the generous shape and permanence in rocks; in secret silence, in repose, it is my duty, to endure the unyielding cycle of this love – if it pertains to you, I whisper your joy to the undying echoes.”

“Trying to remember what I was doing… Too busy trying to be someone I wasn’t, I lost my compass. Sitting on a decaying log in the middle of the forest, my mind tries to expand to the canopies but hits every branch along the way. She’s holding me down, leaving me rooted.”