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I had lost internet

I had lost all hope

But then you were back on

And my life was back on tracks

YAY

Tired is not even enough to describe the way I feel now. There's emptiness, vastness of it inside me. Yet there's no room to breathe.

No space where my soul can rest and do a little stretch.

Years of existence has piled upon me and now there's hardly any room....for myself.

Days have turned to weeks and weeks to months.

The sparkle of life has quietened down and all that's left is a stubborn heart shaped hollow.

Once filled to the brim with hopes and dreams, now it lays stuck in the sand and long forgotten.

A fossil from the days when the sun used to be kind and the wind was fresh. When I used to be me.

Now? Now it's all a hallucination... Something I feel I used to have but not really...

My first ever edit!

Dead Poets Society, 1998 | "Flightless Birds," Bubble Guppies

in love with the art by the de la Torre brothers

pictured above is Transdiferenciación 2