Looking for your presence in every little mirror of the paradise of non toxic arguments for a better kind of being. Looking for your presence in every corner of my heart, as you steal the pieces that pour the softness in my quiet moments, when it is just me in a mirror, that gets changed every now and again with the little steps of a child that runs up and down my mind.
A younger version of the implacable, unsoftened and unrully manner of the self, younger self.
So I need to stop looking for you. I need to stop wishing and to stop talking. I need to just move on the story above the way that your presence and absence is felt inside my eyes, somewhere in between those little feet that dance to make a fire. A fire to quiet my heart.
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