Sometimes I wish to press the knife against my skin and let out blood

because the world is growing within me, overflowing; it overwhelms me –

for how is it possible that the world is within me while I’m within the world?

Where are the boundaries between us?

Where do I end, and the world begins?

I step barefoot on the ground and feel the rotation of the Earth.

I’m falling through the universe at breathtaking speed while not moving at all.



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Author: Lera Auerbach