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A staggering glimpse of heavenly light sends me happily bumbling forward, I find myself unsure, my neck sprained from looking behind me far too often. Here in the middle of it all is a place too far from anywhere, and I'm lost feeling too far from content. Restless, I writhe in my position like a half-asleep child, uncomfortable enough to stir, but not enough to do anything about it. So I wait. I don't know whether what I see down the road is where the road will take me, or if going back is where I want to be. It's what I've always known.
I'm not sure, but I love that sinking feeling of warm joy, the liquidation of fear and anxiety into the feeling of falling forever admist the gentle lights of safety. I love it, being so far away from anything that could ever hurt, confound, or vex me. I hate being so close and so far.
I hate being here.
No one gets it, not even me.
I'm so tired...
I'm not sure, but I love that sinking feeling of warm joy, the liquidation of fear and anxiety into the feeling of falling forever admist the gentle lights of safety. I love it, being so far away from anything that could ever hurt, confound, or vex me. I hate being so close and so far.
I hate being here.
No one gets it, not even me.
I'm so tired...