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I should circle and smell. Hesitant approach. Prod and retreat. More, then
Abandon pretense? I am too much the honeycomb, too much the inward spiral. Too much my own Confessor Propagandist. Abandon pretense! Please, I couldn't. I couldn't bear the vulnerability, the vertigo. Abandon pretense.
To trust. That this invisible reflection breathes the same air.
Awe. Yes.
And fear. The ever present whisper that it's some kind of mistake, that wave was for someone else, some disgustingly wholesome stranger in peripheral vision.
But more awe. And, this, word lack- overarching... Sense of fitting.
Tenuous. Paths that could wash away at the wrong whisper. Delicacies.
These words aren't working. I'm tempted to delete. Flow missing. But it's truer than many prettier things I've said.
Abandon pretense? I am too much the honeycomb, too much the inward spiral. Too much my own Confessor Propagandist. Abandon pretense! Please, I couldn't. I couldn't bear the vulnerability, the vertigo. Abandon pretense.
To trust. That this invisible reflection breathes the same air.
Awe. Yes.
And fear. The ever present whisper that it's some kind of mistake, that wave was for someone else, some disgustingly wholesome stranger in peripheral vision.
But more awe. And, this, word lack- overarching... Sense of fitting.
Tenuous. Paths that could wash away at the wrong whisper. Delicacies.
These words aren't working. I'm tempted to delete. Flow missing. But it's truer than many prettier things I've said.