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i'm adhered to the same spot, why is this?
earth never ceases its spinning,
so i am, you are, we are
always in motion.
i see you advancing and i am happy for you
but as a human, i'm jealous -
you take five strides ahead,
i carefully take two baby steps forward
then three steps back.
where are we all going? what's happening
to you,
to me?
everything's moving so slowly in my universe while the outside world is
rushing
zooming
flying past me that i sometimes feel as if
there's no change in my position
and i'm just
stuck.
now the question is,
stuck
or simply at rest?
could it be that it's not my time yet?
(god, your inbox is full of requests, pleas,
midnight voicemails just from me
alone...
but i promise, this is my last time
begging you for an answer)
YOU ARE READING
past oblivion.
Poetry"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell...
