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Less poem, More prose.

How do you describe the feeling? It's not just an ache, aches leave you feeling empty, make you yearn. It's when your body fills, no not your body, your heart. & for a minute you feel calm, you're a paradox, you're at one with the world, the universe maybe, yet completely detatched from everything. A spectator. It would be as though you were looking down upon yourself, this human, this soul, that you know every secret of, every detail about, but you're unconnected. Seperate. Alone. I feel this way when I look upon a view, watch the world in wonder. Like when you see your reflection, no matter how vague, in glass, looking up at you from water. & you reach your finger out, & you connect. The way the lines blur between what is really you & your double. They blur until they are no more. Like the lines between realities.
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Nov 28, 2011
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