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Inside Out

They say I must leave my body. Abandon my humble abode. The casement to my soul is much clearer from afar. I must become the grass, the trees, the sky, the air. Every particle surrounding me, gawking at the shapeliness the darkness forbids me from seeing. They say to gain myself I must lose it, transcending my being, and escaping the fog that clouds my view.

Inside Out

They say I must leave my body. Abandon my humble abode. The casement to my soul is much clearer from afar. I must become the grass, the...