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c r o s s
i feel as if i have been looking for myself
for quite a long time now, the spaces between
my memory and my dreams growing wider
and wider with each breath i take.
i’ve discovered that the nights only get longer
when you can’t stop wondering what it would
feel like to finally know which direction you’re
heading.
i lay awake and count the breaths it takes for
my eyes to slip close, for my heartbeat to stop
pounding away at the thought of freedom.
it’s almost funny: i have so much yet i still
understand so little, and i imagine that one day
i’ll be able to cross the line between passion
and action and really, really
do something.
(maybe then i’ll be able to fall asleep.)
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