I wanna be still especially when I'm moving.
Being dead is the ultimate goal,
maybe then I'd be a thing.
The blur that's me, the vibration that's bothersome.
And the worst is when it squeezes.
I want to be alone and still, then
maybe I can feel this person that
I happened upon. But it's not all there, is it?
What piece is missing?
I have to find it.
The vibration is the yearning:
to return? To go forth? To finish? To exhaust itself?
I want to be still, so I can think.
The stars have fuel to burn,
I'm but a transient spark,
in love.
In love.
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