Breathe in breathe out
Feel the quickening pace of my heart beat.

With shallow breath, I choke on my inability to know any better.
To know anything but what is and is not.


Does everything thing happen as everything does?

This question drives my thoughts to an perpetual cycle of over thinking.

Over using shallow words that spill from bitten lips.

Maybe just maybe, someday....

These words will feel new

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