I try to tie my thoughts to words but the space between is vast and they are never strong enough. every breath keeps me moving down a path I can’t control. every morning asks for more. I think about control and wind up trailing down circles in my head. the illusion is grand and knowledge feels less certain now. I fall through gaps between facts and feeling into sleep. tomorrow comes and asks for more. I breathe and oblige without fail.
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