sometimes
it is this detachment that i am looking for.
the world becomes just another person standing outside my threshold.
i decide whether to let it in or to let it keep standing, where it is now.
i want the world to pass me by just like this.
me here.
the world out there.
and maybe my breath will slowly seep out of me
it is this detachment that i am looking for.
the world becomes just another person standing outside my threshold.
i decide whether to let it in or to let it keep standing, where it is now.
i want the world to pass me by just like this.
me here.
the world out there.
and maybe my breath will slowly seep out of me
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