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Midnight marathon


Insomnia.
My most recent nightmare has triggered a nocturnal pensive marathon, there is no doubt I'm once again pulling an all-nighter, so I grab a coat and leave my room, I might as well lay on the grass tonight.
It's been raining all day, but I don't mind the cold, I'm going to get drunk with the heavenly smell of the Earth, caging my soul in a windowless room made out of a starry ceiling and a smooth, wet lawn.
Taking a deep breath, I proceed with my wander, still wondering about last night's dream, when I experienced my first death-like experience, only being reincarnated into a different body.
I kept staring at my palms, not sure who they belong to. Are palms really that distinguishable, why can't I recognize my own DNA?
I continued to explore myself by touching my features, I couldn't feel anything, what am I supposed to discover? They're mere valleys and mountains on a plain piece of skin.. The wrinkles are not deep enough for me to figure out my age, my hair doesn't have a different texture or does it? What does hair feel like, I'm wondering?
How come I never paid attention to these aspects? How come I always took my eyes for granted? What did I do to deserve all those senses, if this is but a heritage, then why are kids born blind, forced to live a life in the dark, trapped in a secluded universe?
If I had no mirror to reflect my image, could I possibly recognize myself based on my vision solely, am I capable of picking my own hands from a crowd?
Do I know what my features look like? What if I became blind, how would I identify myself? Would I be able to trust my gut, to live upon my hearing, to go by my tactile sensations?
I don't recall anything from my previous life, not knowing how to breathe, walk or talk, I'm just a clueless, helpless soul, but I don't have a guardian to guide me through life.
Is this karma showing me the true meaning of the loneliness I used to crave for?
If you passed me on the street, would you turn your back on me again or would you reach out your hand? Would my heart betray me, breaking the ribcage, so that the pain would bring back the memories?
I'm scared, I wish I could just sleep life off.
Please...


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