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𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 ...𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 ✶✴✶

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…casting a glance on the other side

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𝐀𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. ✭✭✭

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Going up ✶✴✶

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At the liminal surface where two layers of reality intersect.

The empire of the sun as a past birth.

The body of the moon as a destination.

Three stars as a guide

beyond the threshold of existence.

✭✭✭

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Swift was the glimpse through whose arrival the revelation dawned, but eternal was the tide layered within consciousness. I found myself believing in compromise, in sacrificing principles to preserve occurrences and conditions, all in striving for a far greater aspiration. May victory be with those who wait in silence.

✶✴✶

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Going up ✶✴✶

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I dreamt of a house. I could see it from far away, from an endless distance, as I gazed upon the vast emptiness surrounding it. Though it was beyond my reach, I knew I was already inside. My heart resided there, in that place where I both could and couldn’t be—aware that I was capable only of imagining myself, sealed and confined within those silent, unseen walls. | ♥ |

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The room

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The house where the heart resides

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ｓｅｐａｒａｔｅｄ　

ｆｒｏｍ　ｔｈｅ　

ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ

Separated by glass from the outside, unable to hear anything beyond that surface. Only recognizing the face of who I thought I was, reflected in a moonlit mirror of water and imagining what kind of creatures might have been hiding in the forest, lurking in the shade. 🌙

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during that night

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ｉｎ　ｔｈａｔ　ｐａｒｋ，　ｔｈａｔ　ｎｉｇｈｔ

🌙

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Osservarono quell'uomo, chiedendosi perché mai fosse tornato indietro, senza rendersi conto che stava andando avanti.

Inesorabile, come il suo coraggio.