Moving in slow-motion film all the while I shift frames .
never growing. Slightly moving out of position but never in size.
The world goes past me lighter then traffic, blinding so high.
My sun spots just a reminder every .05 seconds of the soul
just lost in the universe.
Erasing entire sentences from existence, Just cause i rather not
expose how much of myself is really static. I am the weak in shallow
water, shivering, walking over jagged rocks wrapped in a blanket with
her smell from twenty years ago.
a man in a cave posing as a hermit when indeed the man is
afraid of the world not the other way around.
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