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We are running from 

Ourselves 

Because we have built 

Ourselves 

As a single entity 

Connected by invisible strings 

I'm getting older. 

I often struggle to notice.  

I'm with myself all the time, 

I know myself better than anyone.  

There is a fog that escapes from the wide mouth 

Of a creature that lurks 

Through the raw October air. 

Almost obvious is the daunting manner of its complexion, 

Day and night he awaits his moment,  

never applauded, never appreciated,  

never in the spotlight. 

He longs for a time 

when he is recognized for his mind, 

A bracelet.

The bracelet.

There's a difference.

For me, my bracelet is the bracelet.

The bracelet of my dreams.

Of my story.

Of my past.

Of my life.