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part one of ebullience
the start of it all

at night, i will lay: silently, peacefully, forcefully. sinking deep into my thoughts through the sheets, ill be alone with nothing but myself. at night, i wonder who could possibly be thinking of me. at night, i wonder if a specific person thinks i'm thinking of them. at night, i will be alone with my thoughts. they can drown me, fill me to the brink- from the tip of my toes to all the way over to my eyelashes. my mind is nothing more than a hurricane mixed with a wind storm of imagination and creation. because at night, i will release myself and fall down the cliff that has tempted me from the start of dawn.

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in the morn, the birds will chirp me awake following the sound of the alarm. on one side, the morning is a blessing because so many people everyday cant see it. on the other, its a burden and a reminder of how interesting life could be instead. the alarm clock and the tweety bird. ill go through the same routine everyday. there will be bumps through the routine though, and it can entertain me, fulfill me, or drain me. in the morn, i am who i wish to be everyday and night. but there is still the cliff that drowns you into a midnight abyss. it will never leave.

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perhaps one day, i will feel full. i will feel complete and not like a billion of puzzle pieces scattered everywhere. perhaps one day, everybody will share the feeling that they have impacted not only this world, but their's too. perhaps.

~ a.d. // @xlily_writezx