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That Floating Brain
ArcadioLives

Sometimes I'm convinced I'm not people.
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Just a floating brain that hijacked a
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toddler's body twenty years ago.
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We are still experiencing some technical difficulties.
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This protean tongue gets scattered and struggles
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against the pillars of silver fillings.
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There's no room for real communication,
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just words quickly fading past their expiration dates.
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I'm sure there's a stone in the base of my spine,
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because sometimes I can hardly feel your touch in my
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sweaty palms.
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And it's because my body and brain
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cannot exist in the moment together.
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It's one or the other.
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It's not always my choice.
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But then it's sensory overload and suddenly I'm
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the greatest. Feeling. Feeling too good.
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Like I'm smarter than everyone around
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me and they're not worth a listen.
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I know that's not the case.
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I feel shame in my pride.
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Silent in my shroud.
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14 Sep 14


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