It’s just a conversation but it matters.
That moment of exchanging something a piece? Or an entity? Or a something un-seeable that creates the bonds that humans form.
When you can travel from the huge the extract and the larger,
But find those little ties that bind you together
Be it a hallway or a wall
It’s all just exchange of human experience
But it is something that matters so much,
And who I’ve been is still broken and shaking in some places
It’s when the scorpion starts stinging that they should be wary,
For the fish has no stinger,
So where did the barb come from?
Staying close to the moon because the land is too scary,
And it’s interesting to find the pieces as this empty social meter is filled.
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