a whirring tick,
like an overheated heart.
this, a fluttering, falling noise,
and sensation.
next destination...
(too many choices).
a leap that twists,
catlike, in midair.
a heart divided too,
arms reaching in all direction.
i stand here, the hauptbahnhof of my life,
and wonder...which train?
once decided,
the whirring/fluttering will fade.
wind in my hair and face,
no fear of fomo.
just the desire for more time,
real gold is the beauty in a moment.
like an overheated heart.
this, a fluttering, falling noise,
and sensation.
next destination...
(too many choices).
a leap that twists,
catlike, in midair.
a heart divided too,
arms reaching in all direction.
i stand here, the hauptbahnhof of my life,
and wonder...which train?
once decided,
the whirring/fluttering will fade.
wind in my hair and face,
no fear of fomo.
just the desire for more time,
real gold is the beauty in a moment.
onism
n. the frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time, which is like standing in front of the departures screen at an airport, flickering over with strange place names like other people’s passwords, each representing one more thing you’ll never get to see before you die—and all because, as the arrow on the map helpfully points out, you are here.
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