I am alive with the feeling of phantom sensation
anticipation
of the moment foreshadowed, forewarned
it has been foretold
that this is the first day of the rest of my life.
I know it,
and yet I fear;
I feel it,
and yet I still can’t breathe
can’t stand
nails drawing blood from the back of my hand.
It would have taken less strength to forget you,
but I don’t want to.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 11:10 AM UTC
I am alive with the feeling of phantom sensation
anticipation
of the moment foreshadowed, forewarned
it has been foretold
that this is the first day of the rest of my life.
I know it,
and yet I fear;
I feel it,
and yet I still can’t breathe
can’t stand
nails drawing blood from the back of my hand.
It would have taken less strength to forget you,
but I don’t want to.
Just when I thought this life was ending, I came to realize it's only just begun.
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