Sun, 07/30/2017 - 12:01 -- rm18

the fear came in scraps the size of candy wrappers and

the bits of water balloon you leave on the ground;

it came during an air raid, when the shelter of imagination was no longer

enough. it told me shortcuts were against the rules:

i could not even please myself.


there was a moment where i was

a leaf on a tree, in autumn. everything was fine and then

i snapped.


i was floating

a feeling like blowing bubbles and trying hard to not let them

pop. life is fragile. my breath stirs the clouds until



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