Last week I was somewhere else.

A red thread I can follow back through life.

How many twists and turns it lead me.

It is too bad I can never explore the other paths.

Forever just out of reach around a misty corner.

The thread has been a part of me for a long time.

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Last week I had different landmarks.

Those places I must avoid at all cost or never leave.

Marking the places of wars lost and won.

So many of them are gravestones.

Pieces where I died and had to start anew.

It can be so hard to ignore the red thread.

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Last week I was a different me.

Incubated along with my dreams.

Growth and injury leading my shape.

Enjoying the new and creating fondness of the old.

Just more stairs in the labyrinth.

I am so lucky that I have much more red thread.