When you wander, it's not necessarily because you're lost or because you're looking for something. Sometimes, it's like looking through an old photo album, wandering for the sake of discovering what has been there the whole time, like realizing you and your cousin wore the same yellow party dress, like searching the dusty corners of your being to find the place where your soul calls home.
If the sun rises on one side of the world, it sets on the other.
So tell me this.
In our own lives,
if a sun sets,
doesn't it still have to be there,
coming up on the other side?
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