The Key

‘Most of it is my making. These chains that weigh me. Even though I know I can unlock them, I just can't seem to find the key. Here in the shadows, grasping in the dark. Crevices and surface, cold, damp and sparse. I reach. Somehow it still eludes me, maybe I am not recognizing it’s from. An ingrained image that keeps me from knowing it, in it’s necessary shape. With little terrain left to crawl upon, I know I’ll soon get it straight. Dissolving the illusions that freeze me and keep me from my escape.’



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