It isn’t a game: find the balance
after the controversial method
has been decided… Where did
you hide the ghost of your true
self? Or has it been so long,
pushed down beneath the lavender
and sage bundles, under green
and smokey hills..? There’s
no map to finding yourself,

there’s only the checkpoints,
disguised as people with moon
eyes, glowing hearts and bigger
minds than the sky can hold.
Make sure when she comes
back from the southerly wind
you don’t let her flee without you,
there’s your chance to break free,
there’s your chance, hidden light


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