Sometimes I just close my eyes and wonder
I hold my own hand
Play with my own hair
Smell my own skin and imagine...
I focus on my breathing, trying to channel a foreign being.
Are we one at this moment?
I can only imagine, only wonder.
Have we ever been channeling at the same moment? Through the lifetimes, the dimensions?
Who were we to each other in a past life? Who will we be in a future one?
I'm afraid to find out now, but curious.
Inhaling my anxieties I am often torn,
Often distraught,
Often left to
Wonder.
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