All This Living

I’ve always been afraid of dying.
Though not the dying so much
As the living. There are days when
I scratch at the edges of my skin to
Feel more. Everything more. A glutton
For all the experiences I could have
Ever wanted, and all the choices
I never wanted to make. With freedom
Comes fear. At a banquet of words,
Choices, people, faces, lives, everything is
Wrong. Everything is right. A butterfly
Lands on this flower and not
The other one. I am frozen in time.
The sun beats down and I feel
The living weigh heavy on me.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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