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The moment came out of nothing
It was a casual conversation
His voice stopped at my name
It was not like my out-of-breath heart
To leap into faith 
Soaring without wings
Singing without words
But she did
A mote of dust hung in the air
Sunlit, surprised, surreal
Disbelieving in this reality
It wasn't supposed to be
But Time hung around
Like he does sometimes
Just to play the fool
And make me one too

Mindfills © 2023  for Ed Sheeran’s Dusty, Reena’s Exploration Challenge ~ was that really me; Cee’s FOTD

Flying high above the sunflowers

Frolicking with the moon and the stars

Was that really me, or my naughty avatar?

~*~

Breathing in the refreshing cool air

And breathing out the inferno in my heart

Was that really me or the caged beast within?

~*~

The moon spoke to me of it’s lonely nights

The stars shared stories of dwindling light

And me, without a care in the world, just smiled

~*~

For being an image, artificially generated

Give me the freedom to be really me

But without the restrains of conforming

To the expectations of who and what I should be

➰➰➰

In response to RXC # 279, hosted by Reena

Also included;Artificially yours, hosted by Paula

#Keepitalive

#RXC

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