writing ,, escribir ꩜ .ᐟ

I wonder many things and the wonders are gone never to be thought again, but I try to capture them
Been stuck and scared but somethings there waiting to be released ,, a rush a wave or a gust of wind
Tonight I lay down and see the blankets covering me and I’m imagining myself tucked in and safe
Everything I see through my eyes I am seeing the vision of what someone sees
I see myself seeing myself ,, I’ve been practicing with just seeing and I can usually only grasp it for a few seconds
To live without seeing myself is to live without being viewed ,, to act without thinking
I now feel that time is moving far too fast to keep up. I need at least 3 more lifetimes for it to count. There’s far too much I want to do. It feels like a curse to feel this inspired by the world - it is my heart breaking continuously.
🎧ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ