I am the wandering son, and I am the one who waits. I am the whisper of a cold night, the breeze that brings back autumn, and the burning of midnight youth. I am the friend and the face that, smiling, slips into faded futures. And I am that future, fitting neatly into photographs but still finding ways to fool them. I am the discussion of self that dissolves into summer depths of austin lake. I am lost and I am losing. I am gone without a signature, left without a name. I am no one and I am nothing but closer to meaning than majorities might think. I am thankful and thoughtful but thoroughly unimpressed. I am unsure of the world but with big eyes am beautiful observations. I am between planes, between gods and borrowing time. I am tomorrow and today. I am breaking somebody's laws, breathing their inequalities and back-stepping because of. I am blind but insightful. I am finding new ways to be without, wishing for a ghost, and I am giving everything for a goal intangible, but all the more attainable. I am always and I am never. I am a new forever.
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