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At night I can hear my heart beat Over the white noise It’s a beckoning An invitation And it scares me It reminds me That I’m alive But not truly living Sometimes When I wake up at night I walk to the bathroom And think This is it This is what life is This is what it looks like It’s the kind of recognition That vibrates throughout my Entire body The darkness The quiet The incredible alone I wonder why in these Little moments At night This realization hits With such force Little moments when I have No control Nothing to say Nothing to lose I wonder why It’s so hard for That realization To strike When I’m awake Aware And have a voice to share I drown at night To the sound of my own Beating heart And the expansiveness Of my tiny existence Afraid That I’ll miss my chance To feel this life While I’m alive
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 7:25 AM UTC
In the Wee Hours
At night I can hear my heart beat Over the white noise It’s a beckoning An invitation And it scares me It reminds me That I’m alive But not truly living Sometimes When I wake up at night I walk to the bathroom And think This is it This is what life is This is what it looks like It’s the kind of recognition That vibrates throughout my Entire body The darkness The quiet The incredible alone I wonder why in these Little moments At night This realization hits With such force Little moments when I have No control Nothing to say Nothing to lose I wonder why It’s so hard for That realization To strike When I’m awake Aware And have a voice to share I drown at night To the sound of my own Beating heart And the expansiveness Of my tiny existence Afraid That I’ll miss my chance To feel this life While I’m alive
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Butterfleyez
34/F
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 7:25 AM UTC
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