in this pause, we collect ourselves again.
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The clock’s hands arrive at 00:00.
the time moves like quicksand.
the macabre follows us home, to our sleep.
sixteen, almost seventeen
alive for sixteen, almost seventeen years.
i am lost, walking in a dream that doesn’t exist.
living with changes
maybe i can live with changes.
the white lilies dream of eternal darkness.
when wrinkles deepen, your smiles last longer.
the finite breath of life extinguishes when the rainbow arcs across the sky.