Moving to somewhere

That’s nowhere close to where I used to be. New beginnings that end old ideas never seen through. So I call on some old friends and put the radio on. It hits me softly (like a wave by the shore that’s just out of reach) that, maybe, it could be true, just maybe, that the […]

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Second moon

Up in the night sky there’s a second moon. It’s clear as a star but covered in moss. The kind of world it’s become where the words just rumble on. One thing is for sure: this isn’t the world I came from. One thing is for sure: this wasn’t the world I came for. Climb […]

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