Signs

There are certain memories that stick visceral moments so vivd that the time of them feels stuck like a tac on my wall, holding a snapshots in place when I make meaning from what feels like nothing it's like I'm able to trace back through the web of time pausing at each moment pondering how I didn't see the bigger picture before almost like playing telephone through a wire & metal cup a game that's easily misinterpreted

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