It's familiar
Old and familiar
So old I forgot how close we used to be
This feeling
In my chest
Heavy, and expansive
And deeply overwhelming
I feel
If I think about it too much
Or look too deeply
I'll drown in it
My chest feels
Pulled open
Ripped out
Hollow
I have no dreams
No aspirations
Nothing to cling to
I feel completely Empty
If I was not held up by these strings
of Sentiment and Love
My earthly attachments
I worry I would drift away
Desperate to rest forever
And I'm afraid I wouldn't regret it
May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 6:12 PM UTC
It's familiar
Old and familiar
So old I forgot how close we used to be
This feeling
In my chest
Heavy, and expansive
And deeply overwhelming
I feel
If I think about it too much
Or look too deeply
I'll drown in it
My chest feels
Pulled open
Ripped out
Hollow
I have no dreams
No aspirations
Nothing to cling to
I feel completely Empty
If I was not held up by these strings
of Sentiment and Love
My earthly attachments
I worry I would drift away
Desperate to rest forever
And I'm afraid I wouldn't regret it
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