ss - follow

I follow invisible threads of dreamy consistency, I watch the smoky lines jets left behind in the blue sky. I follow audacious routes circum-navigating the oceans and the simplest bus lines through the town. 

In my drowsiness the paths are unclear, seemingly complicated and trampling over any apparent logic. I follow the easy way out because there is no easy way in. I follow the tides without getting seaweed around my ankles. I follow the cycles like any other living being. I follow the paths that the archetypes tell of. I wasn't born a stalker, so I don't follow you.

What follows me? That's a different story. You follow me to my dreams and to my pillow seams. 

*lyrics are again from Smoke City's "It's Amazing". It's amazing that I evoked the same song in two different prompts, in two weeks in a row.

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