One-Sided Some things are just far from reach, like the dream of fantasies that drifts slowly across my mind. It appears out of nowhere a pretty sentiment, mysterious yet intriguing, almost translucent under the glowing moonlight. Chasing after it only seems to set us farther and farther apart. But I feel it beckoning to me, as if I were familiar to it, and it to me, as if we owed something to each other.
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I feel as if I am grasping at thin air as I reach out my hand for something that was never truly there. -Tiona Truong ‘24
