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I want to transform into the feeling you get on a rainy summer morning when the humid wind blows slightly through the crack in your window. I want to transform into the shiver that you feel in your bones, the rustle of the autumn leaves, the rocks in yours shoes. I want to be the graphite of the pencil scribbling across your paper rapidly as you attempt to conclude your thoughts before you've lost them. I want to be the anxiety you feel as you try to complete what you've started but cannot do it, I want to be the last minute feeling you get like trying to catch the bus when you're ten seconds late.
I want to transform into another being that no other human has imagined. To transform into the nostalgia that you feel in your bones and the rustle in the leaves and the rocks in yours shoes. I want to be the shiver on a winter night, the heat from the summer sun. I want to be the next spacecraft that launches the next humans to another planet. I want to be the graphite of the pencil scribbling across your paper rapidly as you attempt to conclude your thoughts before you've lost them.