Somewhere I can find it...hoping...longing, reaching towards the distant stars. I want to feel things so powerful that it shakes my insides. When will it ever stop...? Just like my breath it keeps going. Over and over...powerful forces pushing me down, thrusting me up against wall after wall. Is it possible to beat the tide?
Somehow I want to reach it...that infinite space I can call my own. Black on white; a powerful mass of things yet to be requiring domination. Hands on keys, eyes lost somewhere else. This belongs to me.
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