Jan 3
I'm in a bit of a hazy sleep deprived state rn so I'm having unexceptional revelations of self. It's crazy how I have lived much of my teenage and adult life succumbing to exogenous wills. Feeling a wash of exterior emotion like a tidal wave, or sometimes a suffocating trickle, crush the me inside of me and take the me outside of me as it's own. I am then passenger to myself, watching words form on lips and limbs move. Mine but not mine. Like being possessed but inevitably temporary. Hollowed out for these others to embody and live through. Isn't that terrifying but strangely beautiful. A miracle made of meat a miracle made of meat a miracle made of meat
