Secrets.

I wrote this in my head in the hallway after lunch.
I think it sounded better there. In my head.

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I am dead
I am alive
I am so many things at one time.
But most of all
I am empty.

I am flowing
I am fast
I am the future
And the past.
I am silent
I am free
I am intangibility.

I am everything you have known.

I am all-consuming
all-surrounding
omnipresent
And yet
And yet.
I am so empty.
So, so empty.

(Is nothing an abundance of everything?)

Do you see me?
I am above you.
I am below you.
I am.
You.

I am seeping into your bones
Becoming everything you've known
Fading into everything you have forgotten
Everything you have discarded.

I fear that I am everything
And nothing
To you.

I am everything
Have been everything
Will be everything.
But most things
Most things
Are empty.

(Is god this lonely, too?)

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It obviously needs work. But there it is.