through illusion,
picking away at us
again and again,
that can't be seen
but it's always just
one small thing
that wakes us up,
of a flashbulb,
in an
atmospheric instant,
we're forced to recall
the big and small
of who we are
underneath it all,
the weight of our heart
and the ache that shakes us,
by each generation,
only then do we realize
we have settled
for small luxuries
instead of big dreams,
we truly live
our second chances,
it seems, only then.
Be well and make the most of this day. Thank you for reading!
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