why won't it stop. this feeling of nothing and everything all at once. of moving and not moving. of breathing and not breathing. it's all too much for me. i wanna be both and neither. i wanna exist and not exist. stuck in a paradox i can feel myself slipping away. and it scares me. the fact that it doesn't scare me yet. is this who i am. is this who i'll be. i don't know what i was. i don't know if i want to know. maybe there's an answer somewhere. in the beat of a heart. in the slip of a tongue. in that infinite line where the sea meets the stars. it calls to me. all of it. it tugs me forward and brings me to my knees. and i let it. every breath it takes takes something with it. my story. my dreams. my words. words and words and words escape me. it's the only thing i can give. and sometimes i'm like a bottomless well. and sometimes i'm a cork in a bottle that wants to explode. it doesn't care. it just breathes. and sometimes i'm sad. and sometimes i'm angry. and sometimes i'm empty. it all fades eventually. and i'm glad. nothing lasts forever. and if it did i'd beg and scream and cry until it drowned out everything and everything became nothing and finally i'd be home.
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home.
Randomthis is something I wrote. it's called home. it's not that great or anything. just words that came spilling out of me in the moment. i doubt I'll add anything else to this. unless I get a sudden burst of inspiration or it gets positive responses...
