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is the luna in your location me?

hey, i got to know you're back, momentarily.

proud to be in your location <3

     (  .✦ ݁˖ )    ──── what is a second?
          
          
          what is a second, if not a passing moment?
          what is a minute, if not the near future?
          
          so much and yet so little could happen in it.
          
          you could be breathing, slowly and mindfully,
          while your body runs to keep you doing so.
          a pair of lovers could be painting their love,
          professing it to one another in any way imaginable. 
          a child could be phrasing it's first words.
          a breathing organism could be breathing no more.
          
          
          what is a second? what is a minute? what is a month,  a year, a decade? 
          the answer is that. it is simply what is stated. what matters is what it is felt within it.
          
          for time was never born named time.

what the fucking fuck

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