Monday, 28 November 2016

Almost

I'm almost tangled up in something. I'm unsure if it's remnants of what was or hints of what will be. 

It's fragment. Whispers. Like a silent echo. 

In this moment, not looking back or ahead - I feel little waves of excitement. 

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