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Yesterday,

I was in a different universe.

At first,

I wasn't sure

if it was better

than the one I had just left.

But then they were there.

People

that aren't me

with thoughts

that aren't mine

and

somehow

it all stayed

in a place

I only remember myelf residing.

Then I fell in love.

First

little by little

and then

suddenly

I was submerged

like

tip-toeing in frigid air

before

jumping

into a lake

that's even colder.

Exhilirating.

Then

I found myself

crying

and smiling

and seething

for emotions

that weren't mine

or even

meant for me

specifically.

And my soul

shivering

and raw

and exposed,

this soul of mine,

It flew.

And I felt

this wholeness

which is odd

since I was being

cut apart.

Extraordinary.

And with a fleeting movement,

I awoke

regained that other type of sense

and realized

I was back

in my own universe

in my own life.

My heart screamed in pain

wanting

and yearning

to go back

even if I never really existed there.

Yet

I smile

and give a satisfied sigh

since

I didn't regret a thing.

Embellished.


What a beautiful thing

it is

to read a book.

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