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It’s really strange because I’ve been becoming pretty preoccupied, abruptly and intensely overwhelmed in a not-altogetherly unpleasant way. today I was/(am) sitting at work absently making small lists of things to learn about like bidets and porcupine lovemaking and, and, _____ - when this enormous bubble of joy surfaced out of nowhere from the pit of my stomach &all at once I feel a great rolling laugh pawing at my cheeks ready to escape; a lion made of crepe paper and lace. I am so undescribably comfortable with the texture of my new skin - a counterpart to the unease of late. the lines and boundaries cross and change so unexpectedly that it’s hard to feel as if I know anything anymore.
I wish that I could separate every one of my emotions like yarn or string, segregate them into different parts of my body.
I would keep my sadness tucked safely &secretly in the back of my throat and exhilaration in the ribcage, embed my resolve in the enamel of my teeth, suffocate fear in the tissue of my lungs...
There would be no more confusion.
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I wish that I could separate every one of my emotions like yarn or string, segregate them into different parts of my body.
I would keep my sadness tucked safely &secretly in the back of my throat and exhilaration in the ribcage, embed my resolve in the enamel of my teeth, suffocate fear in the tissue of my lungs...
There would be no more confusion.
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