Today I feel everything – the patter of rain, the tension
between my calves while biking, the ache that precedes my being and hangs over
my body like an everlasting cloud, the gravitational pull between my body opposite yours, how I feel like I do not fit into this social construct and form that
was given to me at birth.
Yesterday I felt what I wanted – I cut out everything that
was bad because I no longer wanted to feel pain and instead I felt less then
content. I felt phony; I felt nothing.
Tomorrow I feel potential – in every moment lies opportunity.
Why must I ask for motivation, when the motivation lies in mere existence? I am
my own invention and the heart speaks in slurred passing tones that are not to
be taken in one ear, but both.
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