I think I finally heard myself think!
A small thought rose to the surface these past few weeks. It felt like noticing my own mind again after being away from it.
NEVER QUITE HERE
A quiet corner of the zoo, a place soft enough to disappear into, yet sealed onto skin—something that stays, something that exists in you forever. Filed under curiosity, restraint, and very specific feelings.
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