In my gut. Maybe...
Not my gut...
Maybe in my chest, my ribs...
I don't know where, really, but I don't think that matters...
It's the feeling I get, that feeling...
It's like, for a second, I can't even breath, like, I've forgotten to exhale, and- and even though this only lasts for the first split second- the air building up in my chest puts all this pressure, and it's- what is it?
It's so intense, it's so... Thick.
And I get like that for only, like, a nanosecond.
Just that first instant when we come into contact with each other, just this minute moment in time...
Just for that single moment... When our eyes meet... Sometimes, when I'm with you... I'm not sad or anything, but--
I feel like crying.
I don't know why.
I don't know.
Be Foolish.
Yes?

- Ren D Santi
- I'd say I'm too attatched to ever be ironic. I'm too ignorant to be influential. Too distracted to finish. I'm working on it.
Crevice
I am a Dream
And right now it is all very foggy, and if I were outside I wouldn't find my way back in. But I think I might not have ever been there in the first place.
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