somewhere along the line there are people, turned to light, etched into experience and burned to memory. these people, the times and words they speak, the places they were when you were too, in the end they all become you. their words inherit yours to share in memorial and wisdom, in expertise for all the dreams and dreamers, for the dreamless, for inspiration and insight. alive inside baiting on every breath for every momentary escape. when your past lives are coaxed with “why’s” and goodbyes. parting, losing part of you in the minds of friends and lovers, and often others. but it’s all alright, its all exposure, and we’re all exposed; and in the end it’s all we are. a sum of all the sons and daughters from all the faster fading suns and roads from which we rose.

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