I sense a lot;
my saturated feelings
consume me, eat me,
clench my heart,
and softly pet it
as though it purrs for me to move,
to breath, to keep existing,
when no existence is enough
for me to feel alive
and present.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 12:10 PM UTC
I sense a lot;
my saturated feelings
consume me, eat me,
clench my heart,
and softly pet it
as though it purrs for me to move,
to breath, to keep existing,
when no existence is enough
for me to feel alive
and present.
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