to nothing


a blank slate

a plane of infinite potential and a tiling of an infinite-order

there was no place, nor time, nor understanding just a choice 

one for which I had no agency

one from which I can never return, for what would I return to? 



you could choose

you did choose 

and yet, I am to blame

yes it must be my fault, my burden 

mine alone 

 

i did not ask for anything 

i did not ask for this 

i did not



now I am 

and yet that too goes unheard

almost as though I am nothing

a voice muted to both you and the world

now a slate with many marks

the choices now are mine to make 

but I cannot



i am trapped in your world 

by your choice

by your agency

by your voice 

i am trapped in your life



all I want is to live mine 

so I may choose before I return 

to nothing


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