'Just a little taste of breath'
It's one of those feelings,
Something you can't explain,
Something you feel deep…
Makes everything inside you itch.
Every time I'm here
My skin crawls.
In no way could I encompass staying here.
I sit here feeling so much,
There is nothing left to feel.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And I, I took the one invisible…
And that, that has made little difference
For my ripples have not yet surfaced.
My impact is nothing more than
An internal implosion of the smallest parts.
I can expect no one, nothing.
Sitting in the sky.

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