Minions! My honest specks of self-awareness. Finding solace can be a blind force! Control is at its weakest when it is under the impression of being its strongest and the glue that keeps fixed facts in place... well everyday I wonder about its strength and everyday it proves more frail than the one before. While we get zealous and firm, we are at any given moment one small perspective away from an annihilating reconstruction of our "granted", "familiar" and "basic", like a simple small snap in the string that holds us together... the snap is minimal but it made all the difference between lost and found! Minions, I need you to root me deeper, back me stronger and solidify this ground already... it is with a flailing heart that I await you!
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