Little specks of tangled speech, knowing the key to its own decipher. When it is simplified, it sneaks to slip out of my grasp. Words no longer carry the meaning, to keep the troublesome ledge of misunderstanding at bay.
Yet hope catches the light of the distant moon, leading its fury to the thralls of emptiness, the pit of hollowness and the beauty of perseverance.
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