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shorter than most

The path is short, though it feels endless only when we forget where we began. Once walked, it grows simpler — each step lighter than the one before.

Sometimes, two and two are meant to meet. Each seeks the other until four appears, patient and complete.

i am the dreamer of moonlight

Rest on the ground — it may chill you, but it will not harm. The first figure holds the secret; the bright shapes on the marble speak gently. Some truths are kind. I wish there were fewer things left undone. Maybe now we will. There’s still time, always time. The words flow freely; I let them stay.

Rebirth, some call it. Do you know the way home? I can see now. I couldn’t before, but I’m learning again. Believe me. It’s real — and softer than I thought. The light gathers.

They took the scattered pieces of my mind and placed them in the open air. The pieces hummed, whole again. The phone rings. “Hello?” “It’s me. I already have the ticket.”

You close your hand easily; the morning is gentle. You wake strong, remembering your power. The feeling returns.

Each word quiets the noise. Each letter finds its rest. I don’t move them anymore — they move themselves.

“It’s better than I hoped,” she said. “And somehow, it’s still just beginning.”