The String

Under my feet is the earth, above my small form is the sky. Both seem endless and vast, stretching onwards forever. In between these things are thoughts, rattling around in my brain like a landslide with no direction. Here are some thoughts, the ones that make sense, that is.

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Picture for "Hunger" and "Letter: Solitude" by me.
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