My body awakens trembling.
My eyes struggle to stay open,
fluttering with every blink.
.
My breath is light,
but my lungs feel unstable—
as if the air forgets
how to settle.
.
Where am I?
Each movement feels
like shifting mountains,
every conversation
gone in the wind.
.
What time is it?
My system slips
into autopilot,
carrying me through a day
I’m not fully in.
.
I move because I must,
not because I’m here.
I feel her—
the deeper version of me—
heavy beneath
the hunger for sleep.
She begs for sunlight,
but all I can give her
is hope.
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Emmie Falbo
Just living my life one chapter at a time! Inspired by the world with the intention to give it right back. I love creating realms from my imagination for others to interpret in their own way! When I am not here, you can find me reading♡
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