A conversation bright with smiles and laughter.

A silence that fills voids and speaks unto itself.

I can feel the threads pulling, weaving together.

The unsteadiness of a swoon.

I look down to secure my balance, my confidence.

Wondering if the emotion I feel spill through my chest

is moving in a line or a circle.

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