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The strain of holding the I together adheres to the I in all stages; and the temptation to lose it has always been there with the blind determination to maintain it...

What separates me from my present is like a fine mist, an intangible veil, an invisible wall. They don’t put up the slightest resistance. Nothing would shatter if I were to walk trough it. Because there is actually nothing at all between me and the world. A single step would be enough. Why didn’t I take it long ago?

you are a vapour trail in a deep blue sky