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untethered uprooted the soles of my feet tingle from nothingness the dry scrape of the air conditioner in seattle and hardwood floors that hold no softness city skyscape gleaming silver a beacon to the unmodernized less fortunate of hope to become automatons like us, to become more-than-human like us untethered what is human we must be, i suppose, and yet - if we are not 'what it means to be human' if my heart is content in its coldness is that wrong i have betrayed - but - who? to be untethered is to be true, to drift from the solid shores of meaning is to fly and to be free means to let the beautiful parts of yourself die and I have made my decision.
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Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 11:42 PM UTC
untethered
untethered uprooted the soles of my feet tingle from nothingness the dry scrape of the air conditioner in seattle and hardwood floors that hold no softness city skyscape gleaming silver a beacon to the unmodernized less fortunate of hope to become automatons like us, to become more-than-human like us untethered what is human we must be, i suppose, and yet - if we are not 'what it means to be human' if my heart is content in its coldness is that wrong i have betrayed - but - who? to be untethered is to be true, to drift from the solid shores of meaning is to fly and to be free means to let the beautiful parts of yourself die and I have made my decision.
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Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 11:42 PM UTC
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