Note to the Existentialist Self #3.

I’m not me. I’ve left me writing on the backs of pages I was reading, in the ghostlands, the quicksilver snares of unfinishable words.
I’m not me, but I’m more me.
Here in this place where the divine Quill mounts me and rides me into oblivion.
I’m not me. I’m not. I am.

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