I am a bead
Shiny,small,bright in the right light
I am something that was dreamed and brought into reality
Something that I try to escape when I want to break free from it's strange beauty
Free of its voice inside of me that says Im just a bead
Aren't I a color
a circle
These things that you love
That keeps us together
I am more than a bead, yet at the same time it is me
Not knowing that I'm already stringed. Believing my necklace will complete me not that I could ever complete it
But when it breaks I will be a bead again
Stringed on an invisible thread. I was picked, strung like I will be again.
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