sometimes i wonder about how tightly we grasp the thread of reality. it's only when it's pointed out to us that we notice our white knuckles.
we seem so afraid without it; like we're lost in the woods and the breadcrumbs we've left ourselves are no longer to be seen
often times my heart starts to race and my mind fogs over. is it terror or is it exhilaration? i can honestly not tell but its something vaguely familiar
i'm just an excited electron whose existence is to move back and forth through brain tissue and electron clouds hoping to one day return to the ground state
just one of many elaborate machines designed to become obsolete once my gears get too rusty
i wonder what the others will think of me when i return to the ground state
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