I am not tired. I need to write, but i am not myself here. I have not transcended anything, i have merely changed. I am not as afraid, but i am someone else, too separate from what i was for me to recognize myself in the mirror.
What do you do when you know too much but not what to do with it. What do you do when you know what you want but not how to get it.
Soon enough sleep will come, but who or what will awake in the place where i fall asleep?
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