Centaurus

United States

Centaurus. He/She/They depends, just use my name.

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"Before I got my eye put out,
I liked as well to see
As other creatures that have eyes,
And know no other way.

But were it told to me, to-day,
That I might have the sky
For mine, I tell you that my heart
Would split, for size of me.

The meadows mine, the mountains mine,
All forests, stintless stars,
As much of noon as I could take
Between my finite eyes.

The motions of the dipping birds,
The lightning's jointed road,
For mine to look at when I liked,
The news would strike me dead!

So safer, guess, with just my soul
Upon the window-pane
Where other creatures put their eyes,
Incautious of the sun."

~Emily Dickinson, Sight

Anonymous

June 10, 2021

FREE WRITING

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Oh, what freedom it is to have no identity.
No one to judge you, no one to harm you.
Oh, what freedom it is to stay anonymous.

A new beginning, a blank slate, a painted-over wall, a white canvas.
Of course, I have a name, and of course, I have an online name, but here I can let loose. 
All of these words pouring out like a torrent, eternal flooding. 

Even then, this flood is cleansing. 
A purge of the corrupt population.
In Greek mythology, Zeus floods the mortal realm; in Christianity, God floods the human plane.

An interminable rain.
A downpour of words.
A hurricane of sentences.

Oh, what freedom it is to be invisible.

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