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Centipede I of V.

Adfectus: Part III

Seven lines of verse on each of exhaustion, surprise, loneliness, and connectedness. Part III of IV.

Cracking up

If I could learn one single thing, It would be To only exist. Not stone cold, or stone strong, But unbothered by impermanence. Unbothere by whether or not I’m worth being loved. Unbothered, whether I’m worth nothing, Or worth this whole entire world. Is it not the hardest of skills; To only exist? To wait …

Robbed

Of joy, of kindness, and laughter. Of meaning and of hope. Of my voice, and of my shape. A floating cloud fleetingly drowns the earth. I run and yell but I’m a shadow A tiny dot rolling down the meadow. Seeing things from above makes a huge difference. But Noah doesn’t know my name; I’ve …

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