I seem to deposit parts of myself in places with an inability to reconcile them together. It’s as if in my mind, if I ransack one place on a destructive trip, I still have parts of myself elsewhere.  Or even if I wish to delete parts of myself.

I don’t even think they’re actually parts of me.  There is no me.  They’e the remnants, stains and ideas of who I could have been, who I have been or even who I want to be.

I can’t place my all in one place purely because there is no all.

Just a vast  gaping nothing.

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