A fly buzzing around my head lands on my cheek. I stare at a white wall as it crawls along my face. Have you ever felt so empty it begins to be transcendental? I’m not really here, never have been.
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Yeah I’ve been feeling that way a bit lately. It makes me wonder what it will feel like as I’m dying. I’m all set to commit in a week or so.
I am neither here nor there, but everywhere.