Purpose and patience:
Are they swallowed,
or stations?
The only thing that can pull me through these kinds of times is something I have never actually received. But, I know that there is at least one…
One mechanism to trigger me out of it.
But the cyclical and anti-reciprocal nature of life doesn’t provide those kinds of altering shifts, really. You only think they do, until you realize the layer you’ve changed on only molted and fell away from a deeper, rougher and more eternal one.
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