Drifting
There is a constant fear of being forgotten.
Fear so strong that if I close my eyes just
for a moment, I might lose myself entirely
to the unworldly chaos, I try to escape.
I long too much and crave the vivacity
of human touch.
and they wonder as to why I don't
sleep at night.
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