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Eyes no need to strain or widen To catch and find the one who's strung. tangled and etched within the flakes of my skin We’ve grown tired of untangling Tired of unstrangling. I wished to drill everything My care, my worry, my love Into their left ***** Or to what they say was there. Because recently its in the pit of my stomach My gut, my hands, my curveless smile. Ive been stretched ive been drowned My whole being is they I find my breathing shallow More often than not. Because my world where they’re central Never tells me to breathe. Seems unessential. Seems conventional. They are the life A life breathed through them. Air thats not they seems too impure But I breathe. they breathe out and I breathe so their carbon dioxide leaves only to enter mine. As a reminder to stay. Stay in this world not them. unless. . . . Unless we get away together Leave the world that's tangled us. And they wish the same Which I know they must. The air here has thickened. The strings have reached our necks. I can give you the air to breathe Like how you continue to give me mine. When the air here turns thin Well be higher out of reach
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May 23
May 23, 2026 at 1:52 PM UTC
tied apart.
Eyes no need to strain or widen To catch and find the one who's strung. tangled and etched within the flakes of my skin We’ve grown tired of untangling Tired of unstrangling. I wished to drill everything My care, my worry, my love Into their left ***** Or to what they say was there. Because recently its in the pit of my stomach My gut, my hands, my curveless smile. Ive been stretched ive been drowned My whole being is they I find my breathing shallow More often than not. Because my world where they’re central Never tells me to breathe. Seems unessential. Seems conventional. They are the life A life breathed through them. Air thats not they seems too impure But I breathe. they breathe out and I breathe so their carbon dioxide leaves only to enter mine. As a reminder to stay. Stay in this world not them. unless. . . . Unless we get away together Leave the world that's tangled us. And they wish the same Which I know they must. The air here has thickened. The strings have reached our necks. I can give you the air to breathe Like how you continue to give me mine. When the air here turns thin Well be higher out of reach
a piece written amidst a short film project conducted by my friend and I
#insanity#obsession#wandering#afloat
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kya
20/F
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 1:52 PM UTC
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