Sometimes I feel like bits of me like to wander off, all on their own for a while; test out the waters, go exploring in the lands of Over There and Where Did You Go. I can tell when they're gone- I could probably pin down the exact time that they creep away- but only after the fact. The lead-up is always a mystery to me; no pattern, no preeminent gut feeling, just the sudden loss of a word, a thought, or a feeling.
If I'm lucky, they return after a while; some, like magnets, are instantly reunited with my whole self again, unable to escape the gravity of the immense black hole that is me. Others inexplicably seem to be able to resist the intense and immovable gravity of my other parts, and surpass the speed of light while zooming away from my outstretched hand and albeit imperfect vision- those uneven brown eyes watching them leave with not always regret, but confusion and frustration.
How can I want it, and not feel it? Shouldn't it be effortless?
I need you to give me something to go on. Is it fair to stop something that has accomplished moving faster than the speed of light?
I identify with this. Having decided to browse your blog on a whim, as it showed up on my Facebook news feed of all things, I'm surprised to say this. Being emotionally closed off the majority of my life it interests me when something resonates. How odd. Well done my Dear.
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