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Floating, boundless, free. Not looking around, keeping my eyes shut I don't like surprises. Trying to live currently, attempting not to think ahead and wonder "oh - now what should I write that sounds deep and soulful and sweet?" Honesty doesn't seem that harmful when placed on paper. In fact, nothing really does. All my dreams, fears and fetishes are mine alone. I own this paper, this pen between my fingertips. I'm in control. I'm not. Constantly float, boundless, free, sometimes I daydream so violently. I experience terror when I realise - I am conscious. I am living. All alone.
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 8:16 AM UTC
Boundless
Floating, boundless, free. Not looking around, keeping my eyes shut I don't like surprises. Trying to live currently, attempting not to think ahead and wonder "oh - now what should I write that sounds deep and soulful and sweet?" Honesty doesn't seem that harmful when placed on paper. In fact, nothing really does. All my dreams, fears and fetishes are mine alone. I own this paper, this pen between my fingertips. I'm in control. I'm not. Constantly float, boundless, free, sometimes I daydream so violently. I experience terror when I realise - I am conscious. I am living. All alone.
#fear#life#death#free#writers#block#discovery#existentialism#birth#floating
norliza-matheson
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norliza-matheson
22/F/Scottish
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 8:16 AM UTC
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