the feathers that are not. the ones where they should be.
do you see a being lost in your world. because his is a dream,
do you know i have a history...like you.
i am here now, in this moment.
my history lives with me, but does not define me.
but it is why.
can you look into the envelope, strange and
inviting, reaching for knowledge
and accepting what it gives you.
can you go beyond the boundaries of your
perceived self,
and see
me.
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