Do you remember who you were so many years ago when you began this journey so full of dreams? MTV was novel and the world was wide open.
The first pinch might be the hardest. It’s such a small, small thing. A tiny piece of flesh in exchange for what seemed like so much.
What’s another pinch?
Because the world is so big.
The city is made of blocks and on those blocks are neighborhoods, and somewhere in those neighborhoods you stopped feeling the pain,
around the corner is where you began to buy in. You didn’t even realized you had wandered so far from the home of your soul.
The world is four walls with an internet connection. We travel so far without going anywhere at all. It’s safe and warm and full proof. The commercialism of promise. The bindings of success.
Within, that child waits for second life.
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