If I can live with intention I can become who I prefer to be. But if I cannot love myself then I
cannot love anyone or anything. The moon will rise pulling our bodies like the tides move. You won’t find happiness anywhere outside you.
And you wouldn’t believe the signs of life that I find holding doors for people or standing in lines. I find it troubling I cant say, “Everything’s perfectly fine.” without it being interpreted as the sarcastic opposite of what I meant.
It seems to me when I wake up I’m still dreaming and constantly shifting through infinity. I don’t feel lonely. I've got constant arms to hold me.
And between the lines I'm free.
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