My own heartbeat

It’s quite the opposite of an origin story, trying to find out where you end. Instead of stillness, I fill a room like breath, whispering out to corners and coating the walls. It is impossible to know myself so long as I take the shape of some container. Though to know my own adaptability and constant crawling travel is to know myself.

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