sinking
i feel the vertical
horizontally
i drop, going forward
into the present of past
into the front of time
quicker
as i move slower
seeking the essence of what
it means
to be
me.
May 25th, 2016 § 0 comments
sinking
i feel the vertical
horizontally
i drop, going forward
into the present of past
into the front of time
quicker
as i move slower
seeking the essence of what
it means
to be
me.
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