undefined space

Not really lonely, just alone, I was born for other times, they are still to come. I’m not really gone, just far away from all the others. This time round I’m not doing what I usually do to forget this. I have been nurturing a silent cold for many years now and I will be incubating for some time to come. I am feeling this flow on my own. It must be this way; I won’t forget the truth I learnt or that of which I am now breathing in. It is becoming a new thing this time around; something I can be comforted by and something that one day will be claimed as undefined space. I am in a place of utter inward motion and non described emotion, the core of all my actions to come and the end of all my human dissatisfaction.

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