A long way down

Parched lung and acupuncture (on the right side of the face) sensations enter your being.Your conscious mind flutters shades that fill the foamy , humid, cold spaces.Expect from a shadow to  penetrate you without asking for permision , to stick to your cerebral heels and finally , to have the courage to tell you : ' You know , i actually don't exist.And you can't argue.'
You remain silent , with your expectations right in the Adam's apple and asking yourself if you ever cut it , or at least peeled it.
Then you ascertain that shadows sputter the apple's seeds , they sputter them right at you , at your neck , making you discover the fact that there's no need for a tangible impulse to peel yourself , that you dont need to know you are feeling.

-sometimes digging through old stuff one writes , means something.sometimes it doesn't.-

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