Reckless words, unsettled, prone to disappearance into spray mist if you are too distant, too slow at snatching them. They are also real and instilled in solid ground, like hidden paths that take you to distant places, towards suspended castles in the air that get in the way of discernment but help you grow into distinct vastness and intuitive blueprints.
The same way words resort to spread their wings and become a full intense picture after many repetitions of themselves where they have been, caught in context, the new born struggles to survive and thrive in the new and radiant combusting atmosphere in which to expand her lungs and stretch her dazzling laughter.
Self, identity and time, all characters of this narration, all frozen at that precise moment when your story enters that tinsel priming in your mind.
The same way words resort to spread their wings and become a full intense picture after many repetitions of themselves where they have been, caught in context, the new born struggles to survive and thrive in the new and radiant combusting atmosphere in which to expand her lungs and stretch her dazzling laughter.
Self, identity and time, all characters of this narration, all frozen at that precise moment when your story enters that tinsel priming in your mind.
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