I am the lighthouse watching for lone boats out at sea.
Sometimes I feel like a rabbit in a cage, surrounded by remenants of other people’s bullshit shells, by forgotten paintchips that have weathered with a passing of meaning.
I am aware of my ongoing pride.
I feel as if my purpose here is greater than most others, that perhaps the existence I know is me-centric.
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