It feels like being out of sync with one's own pulse.
It feels like a soul in shards .
It feels like time moved on, and you are forever Rip Van Winkle- and yet worse,
you never had belonging and welcome the drink and sleep of oblivion,
what's more... you wished it had lasted longer; that it was all that was.
I know...the atelophobic search for a place and feeling you may never feel you deserve or have earned
there is only this,
and death.
I definitely don't know the story behind this, but I feel the despair. Un abbraccio forza, mio figlio.
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