Our fascination with lines sprung from a need to avoid our dotted existence. The biggest secrets are the lessons that are always practised in the opposite way; for how could you fill in the gaps when you're always conditioned to romanticise them. We carry bags whenever we leave because it's impossible to know what we would shed and not all places are as kind as home. But I feel like I'm forgetting something, beyond those two pairs of clothes, outdated cologne and a new toothbrush. I consciously wait for myself to say that some distant future holds promise, that what I don't remember shan't be held against me; but I never owned my thoughts and therefore I couldn't carry them away. There's nothing worse when someone's hope clashes with your lacking. In the lazy eavesdropping of a spring afternoon, their embraces are always so full of love, yet their hope only induces a weeping in you, soiling their shoulders. The sense of belonging is long gone, gradual
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