I keep a journal and mark down every time my body does that nervous tick
The one I have no control over
And I crawl into myself, hoping no one will see the wear and tear of bones amongst new beginnings
Muffled daydreams.
I've walked amongst tightropes
While minuscule ants scream out, begging me to fall unto hardened earth below.
The trapeze holds onto my shifting balance and does not lose faith that I can make it to the other side
And I am two steps away when gravity deceits me and I tumble head over feet
Down down down and find that there is nothing left but endless time.
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