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I got to imagining things like I used to in high school. I thought, maybe I was an alien hidden here. I imagined them charging in there. Tearing at my collar for a mark. Some irrefutable proof that I was theirs. I imagined it happening in front of all those people. Having my people stand me in front of them and claim me. Five hours later I clocked out. It was easier at Cornell. The day dream was constant. It was wrong. It was a mirage in a dry, sleepless desert I had lost myself in. But, it was nice. Living in the daydream. For a moment. A single godly heartbeat lost in the enormity of time. Flying away into that void, Before I could catch the flap of its wings. It was insignificant. It was a dream. But, God what a dream.
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 2:32 AM UTC
Today at work,
I got to imagining things like I used to in high school. I thought, maybe I was an alien hidden here. I imagined them charging in there. Tearing at my collar for a mark. Some irrefutable proof that I was theirs. I imagined it happening in front of all those people. Having my people stand me in front of them and claim me. Five hours later I clocked out. It was easier at Cornell. The day dream was constant. It was wrong. It was a mirage in a dry, sleepless desert I had lost myself in. But, it was nice. Living in the daydream. For a moment. A single godly heartbeat lost in the enormity of time. Flying away into that void, Before I could catch the flap of its wings. It was insignificant. It was a dream. But, God what a dream.
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 2:32 AM UTC
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