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Aug. 7th, 2005 10:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
reading other people's words. so many of my own, stories and poems that float around unanchored.
i don't want to transcend my body.
but i need new words to trace across my skin.
between a deep breath in and a deep breath out there's a slight mismatch, something swapped for something else. (at the moment of death does out soul escape? an aging body on enormous scales, do they swing?)
i will never be a beautiful writer. but i still want to be a writer, even if it's only of fragments that i keep hidden.
i don't want to transcend my body.
but i need new words to trace across my skin.
between a deep breath in and a deep breath out there's a slight mismatch, something swapped for something else. (at the moment of death does out soul escape? an aging body on enormous scales, do they swing?)
i will never be a beautiful writer. but i still want to be a writer, even if it's only of fragments that i keep hidden.