I am here.
Reaching out to no one and everyone.
Alone. I feel alone.
Solitude is a cold room to be in.
Attached to my body, invisible roots,
stretching out, touching, observing,
they feel and send it back to me.
And then I feel.
There are pores in my being,
everything comes through,
bombarded, images, presences,
feelings, an awareness.
They melt with my core,
and then I am one with it all.
Drowning, I float under surfaces.
I need to breathe.
From afar I seem tethered,
distance is obsolete,
I am unprotected.
Come inside,
the way is not hard to find,
though I'd doubt you are aware
of your being here,
residing under my skin.
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