Everything ends. Stars in the sky. Me. You. Like a secret unraveled, strand by strand until we end where we began. A movie on rewind. Fast tracked. Hoping to just land in that sweet spot of in between. Then leave on constant repeat. This feeling so high, right before the crash and lull. The credits have run. Silence again on a blank screen. Nothing to see, no heart to heal, for what comes is new. Birthed from the old, a snake shed its skin and I now slither in. Wise enough to know I am what I am. Eternal being.
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