Shadows, psyche, telepathy, unconciously talking to the world, or only to some, in the wake of our thoughts the memories rise and fall.
Barely ripples at times or the power to swamp all actions like a full bowl of water when dropped squarely will throw up the centre of its entirity towards the stars from whence it came,.
Vain attempts at shouting to untrained ears for we are ignorant of the multitude around us. One day we may understand before it's too late, but maybe these telepathic ramblings are reserved for unsaid farewells
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