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Called by another life, the life in which we were… us. It knocks at our door, timidly, almost hopelessly. In the vain expectation that we might remember who we were. Almost as if it were reluctant to burst our bubble, knowing how much it would hurt. It sees us from the other side. Loving us, pitying us a little. But above all, craving for an impossible reunion over time and space. It looks at us with such intensity. And something within us almost remembers… Almost.
There is a fibre inside that
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Title A bag of leftovers
Called by another life, the life in which we were… us. It knocks at our door, timidly, almost hopelessly. In the vain expectation that we might remember who we were. Almost as if it were reluctant to burst our bubble, knowing how much it would hurt. It sees us from the other side. Loving us, pitying us a little. But above all, craving for an impossible reunion over time and space. It looks at us with such intensity. And something within us almost remembers… Almost.
There is a fibre inside that
Work type Article
Tags unconscious, soul searching
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Entry date Sep 25, 2024, 6:51 AM UTC
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Author. Holder The Introverted Tree. Date Sep 25, 2024.
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