intent

The soil slipped from beneath my feet. I felt a pull. In the bipolarity of my presence, existed a force within me. Mocking, grounding, keeping themselves alive, a parasite that couldn't exist without the very same soil. Resisting now, as it realized that there was no ground. Only a question, camouflaged in the abstraction of a choice.

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