If only one emotion could befit
This feeling of in-between,
of things moving fast and tumbling,
of change arising and glistening,
on a horizon so still,
static, frozen, over the hill.
It’s propelling, it’s gaining speed,
but coming slowly, like a tease.
It’s a moment extended over several days
and left in its wake a conflicted haze.
And no description really befits
this sheet of paralysis
that hides the squirming, yearning uncertainty
of my insides."(via lucidsocks)
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