Such an unusual plain of existence
A plain where everything feels the same
Every person
Every animal
Every step
Every breath
Copies, one after the other
Talking, but not talking
Moving, but not moving
You get the idea
Clones that seamlessly morph
Twisting and breaking the image
Gazing at the world only in black and white
There is no real or fake to be found
Yet, my two feet feels the ground
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Stuck in Between: • limbo •
PoetryPoems I put together of when I feel trapped somewhere in between. A feeling I cannot seem to describe. Hope you enjoy
