Angst

Like a train, the future rushes into the now. The unwelcome light of time yet unformed. How does one open oneself when a swirling drain steals it from you? Flee to the past, reminded of a memory treasured. Somewhere between then and now lies an invitation to run into the arms of what’s to come.

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