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A ray through a prism becomes an array. A RAY → △ → A R R A Y

The clouds hold the sky in a slow embrace, The growing wind blows and darkness inches. Soon, the brilliant sun no longer shimmer on the sea. Azure to onyx, dark like the abyss; Once-swaying waters grow frantic and dizzy. The cries of the sea swell into roars, Weathering the rocks relentlessly. Torrential waves crash and swirl, Collapsing endlessly into itself.

Paths split at the junction. A crossroad. A crux. Take a step forward. Ticking. Ticking. Ticking. The fog drowns the sight Lost and disorientated; Knowing not which way to go, One goes nowhere at all.

What good is a lock with a lost key. a clock without hands, a sword without blade, a lighthouse with no bulb, shoes with no soles, a ruler with numbers erased, a pen with no ink, a seed that was boiled, a ladder with no steps, a car with no wheels, a pageless book, a computer with no screen, a gramophone with a broken needle clothes without holes, batteries with no juice. an artless gallery, or a heart without love?

A heart of china, This polished porcelain, pretty and pristine. Kept in a glass cabinet, Alone and admired, "Please handle with care." Yet haughty hands wreck havoc on the untouched haven. Chipped. Broken. Despair. Unable to be repaired. How am I to know how to care, when all I know is this plastic heart made in China.

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you were just a kindling looking for a spark and one day it came - through hard work and effort through the wind and rain you rejoice as embers form careful to fan the flames and soon you burn at last - you can finally see yourself know how you feel, who you are as your flames blaze with a steady heat you become aware of hearts unignited you lend others your warmth - a fever grows exponentially a new beginning to dear friends but they know nothing of maintaining their spark their fire sputters and threatens to dim so it's up to you of course - you care for them, of course you do you know what to do, and so you do and you do and you do and you do d . . d do don't. you are not noble for extinguishing your fire just to light others'

its time to go everyone beckons but you’re afraid paralysed unsure where this will take you “just hop on and find out” 
“somewhere better than here” “a place that’ll let you be happier” 
 “where ever it goes, we’re in it together” but no matter how they coax you’re just not ready even when you know that this is for the better what if it isn’t?
 when you finally process the rumbling of the engine you run after it at the last second but it just keeps going without you til your eyes can’t hold on to the image of your loss

stars no matter how massive are only pinpricks at a distance

these doors that are always open welcome anyone without judgement does little to keep its visitors who check in and out as they please these doors that are always open offer warmth to those in the biting cold but if they stayed long enough, realise it's all lukewarm it's little wonder the estate is hardly appreciated but everyone needs a place to stay whilst they travel and so these doors will always be open