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Paper boat floating as it grows damp, sinking on a surface it won’t leave, searching for another. Sturdy, wooden boat passing by, never noticing the rippling nearby is a desperate soul’s grave.

Time trickles through aging fingers that still feel young enough to chase the dream of change. And life.

View a tree of blood feeding on humans who gave up living, feel the hopeless vastness of your insignificance and sink down into its roots, burying all trace that you could have tried.

Come back near the end with our regrets of what could have been, as I entrust what might come to pass to you. My part is done.

Enter a forest only welcoming to you, opposite of everywhere else that it soothes but excites. Will you disappear into its mysteries to gain happiness, but in doing so give up on the world? Which one will you choose to fight for?

A love so consuming, obsessive, it destroyed the world, ruined the future, watched wrongs happen and refused to stop it. Shut your heart to such temptation and lead alone. Is that the only way?

Sink back into a smaller body where pain and loneliness overwhelms. Were you stronger back then not knowing warmth or the need for others. Was isolation a protection or a curse.

Layers to cover skin once tainted in a curse of death, do you hide the memory with thick cloth, or are you too scared to admit you miss it.

Substitute fresh from frozen to save time, money and stress, but what will you lose instead? Will you change it back before it’s too late?