the strings

the strings that connect, they bind, and even fray and break. they are not visible but they are evident. in smells of wet blacktop and bathroom smokes. in the summer grass and spinning bottles behind the bleachers where they cheered for us, for themselves in us. and the places where we got lost. and found. and lost again. i am in my element, the element that lights this bulb and shows me a roomful of souls where i thought there was one. and where i thought there was a difference between us, there are strings that i can’t see, but i can feel. i can feel my way along their many directions. i can choose where i want to go, regardless if the choice has already been made. and knowing, that no matter what, the string will connect me back to me. and back again.

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