I wake with a shudder, alone and cold.
Absent of purpose and will.
Cascading along the infinite, I am but a grain of
sand.
Irrelevant, unimportant, my passing unnoticed.
Basic meaning, basic life.
But then, what is this, a stranger in time?
I become an inhibited version of I.
Function deterred by forces unknown.
Lost logic replaced by pure whim.
“My
name
is ”
I have
purpose.
I have
meaning.
Feelings of irrational bliss.
An illusion of cohesive existence.
Two people, two souls,
an impossible occurrence.
A greater
equation of life.
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