i’m both everything and nothing, the most common paradox known to man — one that probably crosses the line far too many times. i refer to it as this because the feeling of being both everything and nothing is such a familiar emotion that it can probably be considered standard or even mediocre at this point.
it is inherent for humans to lust for something a little different, more diverse and generally the exclusiveness of knowing you are truly one of a kind. nothing is so common as the wish to be noteworthy. despite this desire, i still look like everyone else. despite my blood rotting, twisting and turning to live inside out… i still look like everyone else.
when have i had the time to exercise my heart? i’ve found distractions (such as yourself) but no complete recreation of a cheerful self. i suppose i’ll always be typical. i’ll have moments where the strands of hair that rest on my nape decide to dance, or where i meet a pair of water nymph eyes and feel like my ribs are convulsing with the natural scent of a lover that i memorized over days’ time. i’ll be right in the thick of love, just like everyone else.
