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Whenever I close my eyes, I become a sketch of myself, on paper. My body, and the world, is two-dimensional. Shadows only slant, and I am without substance; there is only one visible side of me at a time. In these moments, I only fear someone ripping me up or burning me to ashes. I feel lighter too, like I could just summersault cartwheel swan dive. Once my eyes open again I am weighted. I am tired. I am full. I’m whole.
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Jul 25, 2011
Jul 25, 2011 at 4:30 PM UTC
Myself in 2D
Whenever I close my eyes, I become a sketch of myself, on paper. My body, and the world, is two-dimensional. Shadows only slant, and I am without substance; there is only one visible side of me at a time. In these moments, I only fear someone ripping me up or burning me to ashes. I feel lighter too, like I could just summersault cartwheel swan dive. Once my eyes open again I am weighted. I am tired. I am full. I’m whole.
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Jul 25, 2011
Jul 25, 2011 at 4:30 PM UTC
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