I wanna write until the keys fall off of this old typewriter, and my fingers go numb. I wanna write until the sun comes up and my green eyes burn from staring at the stark white pages.
There...
You'll find me there. Out in front of that old oak tree. Skin chilled to the bone, and an empty coffee cup by my side.
Lost...
Lost in the moment, but found. Finally found for the first time in all my life.
Maybe these are all just parts. Maybe they are tiny pieces of consciousness strewn about in a world of delirium. Maybe life is far greater than the sum of all of these tiny parts.
Humanity is sickening. We are human beings living completely inhumanely.
Fast forward and rewind...Fast forward and rewind.
You look in another's eyes and see your future. You see your fucking heart breaking.
She felt nothing. Not anything at all in those moments. Her eyes were empty, but her heart was full. Full with the fears of a thousand people. Yet she couldn't place a single thought she had.
Then it all hit her like a freight train.
She was dead. Not literally. Not figuratively even. Just dead to the world.
My God though is she alive.
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