What textures will you weave for yourself to occupy forever? Will you place the images of 'you' and 'I' into a box for safekeeping?

If you close that box, will you become another you in another world? An imaginary pattern repeating itself until it can no longer bear the weight of its hand-drawn cage.

You'll always come back to the box, because you'll always want to know what it means to be you. I will be here waiting by your side until you're ready to return to mine.
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