the thick air had gotten too selfish
thinking about all the things it could do
it swam around gathering ideas
weighing down those who had been relying on it to hold them up
a heart
thinking it could escape
tied itself to as many moving parts as possible
It didn’t know it was in too deep
and all it felt was the endless tugging
it didn’t move
Her eyes built up
an empire of wisdom
they went out to preach, but forgot to speak
leaving behind a burning desire to be heard
a painting of longing in place of regret
a moment
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