As I peer into the recess of my mind. I find myself being aware to a past, what past I once was, now is the same past I am waiting on.
I find myself here, in the present.
Having shaped my mind into something concrete.
To have rewired the past and become what I felt through only thought.
My thoughts are my words.
These thoughts are actions.
I use thoughts to inform what I feel as if time will never stop.
And this is matter of conscious. The intent I have of my psychological being.
Being aware and having been (unaware).
Though throughout this test I have run.
There are only people.
People.
People that like me for who I am no longer, no longer than what I was or had it been.
There are these people.
People who like you, but never always liked you. Because you may have changed.
And your past became a cause of everything you ever thought were possible.
I felt with my bones. Only to reshape my past.
And now from the neck down, or from the head up.
No one realizes it.
How to be something completely full of grace. With a full breath you release that, sigh. Sigh of breath... into something your past held secret.
(And now that I've released it.)
The world cannot see me for what I now feel.
Feel about everything.
You learn to hide it like an animal containing feelings ready to burst into nature.
A creature that contains itself full of life.
And that is enough.
- Marco
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