This is what I know.

This is what I know. And that by the time I finish this sentence it will no longer be true. I spin to the stars in equal parts they do to me. The difference being that I pretend to block out the whispers they cannot hear. I wish I was a star in equal parts that I am. If I tried to sync my cycle to theirs I will have already tried too hard. If I tried to sync my cycle to hers… likewise. I return to the top but then it is gone. Not because I did but because I told you about it. Clarity and effort say that learning is the incorporation of new information into an existing bank; love is the reflection of love in equal parts. If I tried to sync these truths they have to become less so; as I would have to shrink to the size of a star. This is what I know.

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