the shadows the sun cast when it rises,
way beyond down
there I am
stuck as a soul can be on a plane not meant for the unsure,
I grab onto other souls who know what to do with their existence,
and ask, is this for me too?
no, no
it doesn't feel right
breathing here doesn't feel right
every breath feels forced, just to survive, because i need to.
but they breathe because they've found it
the purpose of their souls,
I think mine was lost.
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 12:08 AM UTC
the shadows the sun cast when it rises,
way beyond down
there I am
stuck as a soul can be on a plane not meant for the unsure,
I grab onto other souls who know what to do with their existence,
and ask, is this for me too?
no, no
it doesn't feel right
breathing here doesn't feel right
every breath feels forced, just to survive, because i need to.
but they breathe because they've found it
the purpose of their souls,
I think mine was lost.
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