i'm here, not really
my body is present,
my mind is wondering,
my heart is thumping,
my soul is flying
to somewhere
i don't even know;
it feels like
i'm here
but not really.
i can still feel
the words you say
floating in the air
around my ears
and tingling the back
of my neck,
haunting me with your voice.
i can see you,
i can hear you,
i can feel you;
yet
i'm here
but not really.
—i'm here with you but i'm not really with you, am i?
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how the universe works
Poetry"how does the universe work?" you asked me. i paused and thought for a moment. after a while, i decided on the truth. "you can never know. even if you learn it through the pain, you'll still be unable to know how the universe truly works. the univer...
