"Can you feel it?
Almost close enough to touch. It's pure potential
And it is only limited by our own crippled souls.
Our willingness to stop advancing.
Fearing change.
Fearing failing.
But forgetting forfeit is also a loss.
We pass on our own destinies,
Choosing to live vicariously through nothing-
Because NOTHING excites us.
NOTHING moves us
NOTHING motivates us
And NOTHING is all we take for ourselves.
Nothing is heavy around our ankles, keeping us as it is...
Can you feel it?
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 7:14 AM UTC
"Can you feel it?
Almost close enough to touch. It's pure potential
And it is only limited by our own crippled souls.
Our willingness to stop advancing.
Fearing change.
Fearing failing.
But forgetting forfeit is also a loss.
We pass on our own destinies,
Choosing to live vicariously through nothing-
Because NOTHING excites us.
NOTHING moves us
NOTHING motivates us
And NOTHING is all we take for ourselves.
Nothing is heavy around our ankles, keeping us as it is...
Can you feel it?
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