Im in.
I'm in.
I'm not going out.
I'm in.
I'm not talking about leaving the house.
I'm in.
I don't think I'll ever get out.
I'm in—
looking through optical windows.
I'm in.
I force out and pull in.
I'm in.
The vehicle's grown tired.
I'm in—
the seat between the eyebrows.
I'm in.
The light's getting pretty thin.
I'm in.
And for a minute, I'm out... but
I'm in.
Can't believe the state that
I'm in.
If I could give up the breath that
I'm in—
The more I try, the further
I'm in.
I'm introverted, in spoken.
In.
In.



I’m holding space for your graceful journey! In or out, it’s beautiful.