Tangled Stories

I will not interlock my fingers
With the stories in my head
The snakes and seaweed
That quickly turn from loops
Into threaded messes
I will not fly away with hope
But hold onto it
Like a kite
Because for how long
Will this wind keep blowing
I don’t know where I am going
But I know
That I go

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