Was there a time before?


I think back to the lost land that

was

changed forever

and I remember so little of before

That is the way it is meant to be

paper cups replaced by flutes

I was once

small

scared

I am now

alive

open

I am what I was to be.

not what I was.

a work in progress

never to be completed

but always a work in progress

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