like moths to a flame.
i {we} can't help it.
and in the end {despite my impatience},
i trust the process and myself {and you}.
and i know one day i will hunt my battle down {with/out you},
but until then, i'll be here.
open.
waiting.
holding my self in my breath and trying not to squirm.
currently listening to: tabula rasa: ludus - arvo part
photo credit: the village movie stills
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