I’ve risen up from the dead. Pulled myself right back up out of this hole that I myself worked so tediously digging. No one expected this. It must be veritably traumatic seeing someone punch out through the dirt and crawl up.
This is all very akin to Kafka only my metamorphosis is centered on relative awareness. Brushing the dirt off of my sleeves I look around & realize that this my world. This is all set up so I can topple it. I’ve broken loose of a slew of shadows, dark passengers trying to pull me back under and I’m finally free to do what I want to do. I don’t know anyone who’s ever been born twice but this is probably as close as someone could ever get. I feel like I just came out of a coma and realized I fucking love the sun.

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