I think
it’s easy to forget that in this vessel
we are passengers
We’re just passing through
We are the navigators of our borrowed lives
We seem to forget that
We are lost
Strays in our own personal universe
Too big to comprehend
Too small for it to be enough
It is easy to bypass that awareness
That we are invisible
Invisible to ourselves
Yet, we so badly want to be seen
Fixated, locked up, choking
This feeling, relentless, aeonian
And then
It stops
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