Waves

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Frazzled, knotted, enmeshed. Thoughts like vines, sure to suffocate.

The complexity of sustaining both warmth and gloom.

Hopeful. Helpless. Intrigued. Indifferent.

Letting each one rise until it exhausts itself, then passes like dust in the wind.

Revered for the spark they ignite; good to better. dark to enlightened.

No longer do I resist the transient waves.

May the tide lead me back home.

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