instinct tells me things, i hear but i don't listen. i don't think i quite understand. the imprints of emotion do not translate very well into language. i find i stumble quite often through such thick and familiar terrain but just not quite comprehending.
i wonder if i will ever be sustained in the present. i'm just not sure what i'm searching for. but i am searching and it just doesn't seem tangible or real. but the feeling is great and the urge is undeniable. so what is it, it is there somewhere deep in the trenches of my unknowing.
i cry, i hurt, i laugh, i bliss, and its there, the presence.
until i find it, the restlessness echoes and the shadows follow.
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