We’ve all come too far to
give up who we are, and all
those flashes of life, and all those
experiences of hurt, and giant victories, and—
the little nuances silently leading our
eyes to look at things we’d never notice—
that is our soul: the unknown and
deeply felt, all raging and rumbling inside us like
so many exploding stars—trapped in jars—like
fireflies assaulting the lid of the universe.
What put us here? Why is it screwed
so tightly?
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