Semi-Poetic Thought #10

Sometimes

I get these urges to flee.

To flee my future

To flee my life

To flee existence.

I don’t mean that I want to die,

Rather that I want to flee time.

I want to flee to a place of the in-between and nowhere,

The edge of infinity;

nothing and everything.

Outside of all that has been, is, and will be.

Somewhere that has collected all of these experiences

Like sea glass in a bottle.

I wonder what infinity looks like.

– K. Dawn, 2018

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