So distant, so self-absorbed, I am only a seeming of myself.
Maybe I should hide from myself to find the real me,
the one I’m truly afraid of.
But I can’t right now. I need to feel afraid of myself first.
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Where reading free verse and the idea of becoming that experience intersects with the rare and contradictory state of not needing to know or be anything.
I RAMBLE INTO THE LAND OF ME 