i.
he's unravelling. fingers extended, palms pressed, arms raised. slowly pieces fall. they crumble. unravelling, pieces fall and with all his might he tries to go on. there's water on his ankles. it's falling like water.

ii.
silly boy. he knows the person that speaks life. he's heard it. he's seen it. he's experienced it. he knows his fingers are no match for those fingers, the same ones that wrote on the ground. those palms that took the weight of the world. those open, open arms.

boy, why do you dare hold back?

iii.
forgetfulness. disobedience. we are fools aren't we all?

iv.
his arms are raised up, ready to touch the sky.





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