“I’m erased. I’m gone. I’m nothing. And then the world is free to flow into me like water into an empty bowl…. And… I see. I hear. But not with eyes and ears. I’m not outside my world anymore, and I’m not really inside it either. The thing is, there’s no difference between me and the universe. The boundary is gone. I am it and it is me. I am a stone, a cactus thorn. I am rain. I like that most of all, being rain.”
― Jerry Spinelli, Stargirl
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Hushed: The Words of an Introvert [LiteratureCollection]
PoetryThis is my story told through different pieces of literature. I give you permission to invade a bit of my privacy and read snippets that outline my life. Enjoy, or don't. It's your choice really.
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