may 21st, 2021
sometimes, i think about what it would feel like to disappear. to stop walking the paths that i walked before — to become a ghost in places that were once warm and familiar.
sometimes, i ask myself why i'm here. why i do the things i do. why i put so much of myself in my work if it's all for nothing. why i keep trying and trying and trying endlessly.
sometimes, i wish i could just pause. instead of allowing life to rush by like it had for years. to just sit and breathe and feel what it's like to live — to let myself truly feel.
but in the end, i'm fluctuating between present and absent, never fully here but never fully gone.
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arcane magic
Short Storya book of poetic ramblings, where words have the power to make us feel both lost and found all at once. an exploration of what it means to be alive and feel things and why we're here.