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your mind is running on asphalt, that you have created for yourself. you chose this, sticks of memories that keep crawling, scratching your skin. hair falls, nails grow out, you voice deepens. listen close enough and even your racing heart has a static voice. the adam's apple camouflages itself. the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence, but is there really any fence? or have you created it in your bones and arteries? if you did, is there really any substance in looking over your shoulder and all you see, is wet moss and sticky soil. while seasons bend over the gold plated sky. keep your arms to your chest and answer the question. do you have an answer? all tributaries do not lead to the sea. all roads do not lead to rome. but that again, is the question, do you want to go home? or do you want to get lost? when you look at it, both the question and the answer do not fit themselves. a third person plural needs 3 things not 2. similar to the fence in your head. you are captured, enslaved and freed. so, where do you even go? where is this fifth direction?
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Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 1:47 PM UTC
fifth direction
your mind is running on asphalt, that you have created for yourself. you chose this, sticks of memories that keep crawling, scratching your skin. hair falls, nails grow out, you voice deepens. listen close enough and even your racing heart has a static voice. the adam's apple camouflages itself. the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence, but is there really any fence? or have you created it in your bones and arteries? if you did, is there really any substance in looking over your shoulder and all you see, is wet moss and sticky soil. while seasons bend over the gold plated sky. keep your arms to your chest and answer the question. do you have an answer? all tributaries do not lead to the sea. all roads do not lead to rome. but that again, is the question, do you want to go home? or do you want to get lost? when you look at it, both the question and the answer do not fit themselves. a third person plural needs 3 things not 2. similar to the fence in your head. you are captured, enslaved and freed. so, where do you even go? where is this fifth direction?
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Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 1:47 PM UTC
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