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Jan 25, 2021
I woke up one day, and I was someone else.
Or used to be someone else,
it’s hard to tell.
I woke up as someone I don’t know,
perched on a high stack of stills
depicting who I was yesterday,
last week,
the month before,
a stack I’ve been watching grow taller
and more wobbly
ever since.
I watch the sunset fill the room with the same eyes,
but different feeling.
I touch the ground with the same feet,
but different meaning.
I have this strangest feeling
I’m not me,
and never really was,
because that me I’m talking about
was just a fairy tale.
It didn’t exist.