i know this stranger even better than myself....
.
this feeling ,, this smell ,, these eyes.....
.
it's like 've been here...
seems like i have lived this life a thousand times....
.
again
.
and again
.
and again....

compulsion or discretion

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Pieces of me,
hands reaching for plates, eyes fixed on forks…
Mouths filled, emptied, and filled again—
with pieces of me.

And I watched,
just watched, and smiled,
at their plates growing fuller,
at the fleeting spark of hollow joy in their eyes,
unaware that this me—this shattered me—
will rise again,
toward the light,
becoming light,
far,
far,
so far beyond their grasp.

And perhaps one day,
I’ll burn so bright and warm
that even their dark and festering existence
might be touched and illuminated by my glow.

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