𝒊 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆
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life moves on around me
as if independent from my body
as if i'm watching through a screen
you talk to me
and i talk back
but it's almost like i'm on autopilot
and i don't know how to feel
sometimes i wonder
if any of this is real
and when i look in mirrors
i'm not sure who i see
no, it doesn't quite look like me
the door creaks as i push it open
and the sun peeps in through the blinds
before i even have a chance to close my eyes
the house smells like coffee in the morning
and it makes me want to cry
because my whole life is a lie
you call for me
the same five letters again
and still i reply, feeding your lies
you ask me how i'm doing
and honestly, i don't know
this emptiness within me is
beginning to grow
i sit in a river
feeling the current rush by
and with it, my thoughts
like birds in the sky
the world spins right by
and in the blink of an eye
i'll be eighty five
still clinging to a life
that was barely even mine
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impermanence
Poetry[ impermanence ] • noun - the state or fact of lasting for only a limited period of time ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ➸ 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭/𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬
