Sometimes I find myself thinking about dualities.
A story can be written twice and be the same yet completely different.
Sometimes I get lost in a spiral of intrusive thoughts and find myself lacking.
That’s when I change my road even a little.
A couple of hours out, watching flames or waves.
Under a sun strong enough to melt my bones.
Shining light in the cave that is my brain where echoes never stop.

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