I can see the mistakes.
That’s my poison.
I can see it for myself and others.
And sometimes I choose to not act on it
and sometimes I lose my reality over it.
I see crumbles all around,
the brazen woods with mad beasts.
I have never thought about being in a maze,
a labyrinth where I find the idea of myself…
but the shadows of in between places make all of us a slave.
No matter what magic is inside us,
the change is intangible…
There’s nothing exclusive in the process of understanding the anomalies.

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Photograph: Salem.