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We have no choice but to talk in circles when everything feels flat. We keep going in a straight line towards a destination we heard from others. 'There' they say, 'You'll find whatever it is you're looking for.' Their smug smiles on their faces as if they found theirs irks me the wrong way, but I forgive them. Mostly. They don't know any better. How could they? I already found it. What is mine. It just slipped away into a place I can't reach. Maybe I pushed it there. Maybe it was my own hand who did it. Maybe I'll have to live these long days, even longer nights, knowing, it was me, the source, the cause, of it all. Maybe I will have no choice but to wonder if what ifs could be real. Which were just made up dreams born through promises not meant to be. We have no choice but to stay in this circle they drew for us. There is nothing else out there. It is, after all, all I have. As long as we keep going forward, the circular motion won't let us forget. I. Won't forget. We're chained, linked, bonded. We won't speak, but the want differs. Everything is said and sad, through words, whispers, tears and, sometimes, screams. We can always find the way back. The right path. The movies that don't make sense. As the planets that orbit around the sun, the star which slaves us all, we find ourselves, mere servants to a inevitable destiny we built within. A destiny that we will share until the end of time. We don't believe in coincidences. We would find us. Every lifetime. Every generation, every age we're reborn. Even after the last light flickers away, we'll bathe in the darkness. Together. Until infinity finally catches us. And, out of envy and jealousy, it will try and breaks us apart, oblivious in its arrogance that we have more time than her. We will laugh louder and higher each time. We will scream and scare it away. We will move it and change it until it no longers hold any sway. Because we're greater, longer, higher than than time itself.