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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