these are my twisted words
sore, full of breath
invading my hollow chest
fumbling fingers
pale, cold
fragile
envy in every second
almost malicious
filling
my purposely empty mind
right
on
time
heart beats
behind your eyes
almost as if they were mine

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immediates for maybe something a little less temporary, maybe some self control, maybe i'll stop caring so much, maybe i'll care too much, maybe.
my guilt is ignited by the novelty of my vices. i realize when i grow accustomed to myself, my flaws, i no longer expect much. but i don't know myself that well.
the possibility is what hurts most.
i'm surrounded by beginnings and ends,
i love the volatility.
i'm at home in uncertainty.
and how could i sit still with so much world i have yet to see?

clearly, you said.
it makes perfect sense. everything does.
close, so close, so close minded.
the tighter i hold to things, the more i lose my grip.
the more i lose.

here:
an experiment, entitled selflessness.
1. there is still sun, it's everywhere.
getting all over everything.
beautiful
beautiful
beautiful
and it doesn't cost a thing.

2. this thing i'm doing, it's called learning.
falling is what i need sometimes.

3. i suddenly realize my longing for you, my God,
is madness. because here You are. and here i am.
what is keeping me?
me?
me?

4. i am not hopeless.
i am full of hope.
hopeful.
at least,
i hope so.

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