I cut the strings.
I'm running.
I'm leaping.
Without you.
(and that's the best part)
The world is humming tingling electric live like those moments right before ecstasy.
BOOM POW CRASH
Collisions with eternity existence.
We are empty space.
rescattered matter, matter rescattered
are enough for me. I can trust this tenuous grasp I have.
Don't always say, "Trust your feet"?
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