Eleven out, eleven in. Gelatin-pumped fingers pause from seismic tumbling to recharge the coffee machine, given up months back. Amperage increased through other sources, dream-deprived, self distracted for sixteen long months. Something altogether that needed no mention, something ignored prevent permanent, irreparable harm.
Sunlight basking, next-day stupids left unchased and head cleared, heart forward but anxiety out of stock. I stand changed & uncertain still of what it was that chased me down, but much like you it will not this way pass again. Guilty head cast downward watching bright shadows of birds fly overhead & I wonder why I don’t simply tear in two.