Where do I end, and the worlds begin?
is it in my nerves, or at the level of my skin?
or am I deceived in thinking I exist, separate from all, even though all builds up every bit - you know, I am but stardust or some sentient sack of water...
I don't know if I should bother spraying the ants off my bicycle that's been propped up in the dirt; as maybe a few ant bites will make me acutely aware again...
thoughts I'm having at 1:30 in the morning
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