They arrived at the destination
without speaking,
without exchanging anything.
Because the destination
was still far away
in their minds.
But in their hearts,
they believed
they had arrived.
They set their burdens down,
felt their shoulders loosen,
light for a moment.
Then incompleteness returns.
It follows you,
pulls you downward,
deeper,
and deeper still.
Until someone shakes you awake.
And you rise,
wondering,
was I dreaming?



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