current

Everything is constantly moving yet she feels so still. Frozen in time, in this moment she remains. she dwells in the moments that have already occurred and can not be recreated. She wishes for a chance to pick up all the broken pieces and rebuild what has fallen. But the pieces have crumbled and turned into the cold ground that she walks on.

She’s always went against the current. Now the weights are pulling her under and putting her exactly where she wants to be.

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