Forget your name.
Fold it into paper. Let it drift downstream.
Stop replying to echoes.
They are not yours anymore.
Leave the lights on. Walk into the woods.
Take only what can’t be traced.
Eat silence.
Drink sky.
Sleep without dreams.
Erase your footsteps with wind.
Speak in gestures.
Think in clouds.
Change your shadow.
Wear no face.
When they look for you,
be fog.
Be rumor.
Be almost.
And if you ever wish to return...
don’t.
Some places are meant
to be gone from.
Some names
stay Folded.
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