bowtied present

sometimes signals sent to us are so subtle that they're almost alien.

reaching out is a thoughtful gift. i'm denser than most, and i need things explicitly explained to me. except maybe when things align fortuitously that only a one-of-a-kind connection can decode it.

it's been a while, but i still haven't made peace with pieces i've kept. somehow even when embers are extinguished, a twin might keep the flame.

all i have are my words. i use it to protect me, i use it to give to the world. i'm uncomfortable without them. but somehow, symbols are sufficient.

i haven't felt alive in a while. a really long while. perhaps because i tried living it to the fullest too quickly that it consumed me. i don't know. i could be wrong. i've been wrong several times.

but it worked out. we served our purpose, true to form. i guess i just had the wrong expectation. i shouldn't have looked for a finish line, i should have instead watched out for a knockout.

all along i've been seeing stars, but i was going at it the wrong way. finding meaning among constellations is a massive miscalculation.

the stars only write us a direction, but it's up to us in getting ourselves there.

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