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[heaving]

when i first learnt to hear i tried to listen but it eventually became unbearable. the sound of the traffic on the horizon rang like churches and whales and the birds were taunting me in song about a freedom i could not share

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[wailaki]

These things are yours, but they are not you. You are a foreign being of light, temporarily housed in this slippery pink shell. There is a reason. When it is no longer of use to you, it slides off like a snake skin and blows away.

[spit_venom]

i feel this way about the whole of life, that i don't really have a place - that i'm not belonging in this dimension, that somewhere out there, there is this world that is missing me, this unspoken family that says every night "some day, she'll come home". i just ramble through, and my truths flow out in prose.

p.s. - i am still thinking about my doll