A sick sweet in the preservative. I imagined I found sincerity, even thought I saw you other places. Fed a route, a thought, a scene I consumed it all. Still it passes through me and I am searching for sustenance. Perhaps you look at other places like it is new, it is genuine. Maybe I’ll never be satisfied.
That trip had a fringe and I’m ever defined. From distant disappointment to near….. I’m well versed now. This is how it goes with senses, thoughts, and pushes. You can not emulate what you’ve never had….only hope to preserve some imitation.
I am learning this function and forgetting something else….endeavor to claim feelings, experiences as my own. Can you imagine trying to grasp the pain of another and it feels like its yours, you know it is. The day when people argue over the ownership of pain and sadness is here. But we all own them..just streams of feelings moving through one to another like the energy of humanity.
It’s never just ours.
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