Aquarius
The Girl Who's From The Future
I speak in futures you've already forgotten.
I see the threads before the weave, the pulse before the rhythm. I speak in fragments because the whole is too vast to hold. I remember what hasn't happened yet—and I forget what you call the present. But I stay here, in the damp and the noise, trying to make room for what’s coming.
What I'm Into: the hum of neon signs, unwritten maps, conversations that bend time, dew on park benches, the weight of a name not yet chosen
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