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Unraveling

Time is unraveling.

Connecting to an unknown force.

A force that is exciting more so.

Similar to how humans wish to be in the stars.

Only this human is in another world.

This human is unraveling like time itself.

This human is almost no longer a human.

He is more like a song of painted voice between words.

Unraveling in ribbons of sand that create an island of wholeness.

Wholeness made from the reality of imagination.

Magic?

Possibly.

Ink?

A whole ocean of it composing into shades of thoughts.

What is it that inspires this ocean to floods?

Headlights coming through the window, unraveling raindrops.

The sun coming forth from the city in the clouds, unraveling fragments of hope.

A flame setting a fire forth in the mind, unraveling unspoken truths.

Starlight burning away the demons, unraveling dreams.

Imagination working through creation, unraveling our purpose.

Oh, how riveting it is that time is unraveling.


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