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When I lay in bed so stuck with awe at my own existence, and the way that I'm perceived, I find I have no words.
When I look at the way that the leaves flutter on the wind, and the sun glitters on the morning dew, I find I feel so full.
I yearn to find it, the thing that pulls at my heart. The thing that my brain finds in these moments. The thing that strips me to the core of my being, past the flesh and bone.
I want to feel the belonging that finding 'it' promises me.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
