and all the irony of it.
a wet dry season.
a loud whisper.
dry ice. my favourite.
enough of this non sensical jabber.
it was meant to be a short breath, but soon turned into a lengthy inhale.
if anyone still reads this besides me, i promise to try to keeps these breaks to a minimal length.
all small today.
disconnectanddisjointthoughtsslipthroughthefingersofconfusinglysquishedwor
dsrefusetowritecompletethoughtstodaythisdaynotthesametodayonthisdaysepa
rateanddisparateideasjumbletogetherinavatofsolitarynothingsensehasleftther
oomquietlyclosethedoorbehindher
the importance of space . . .
and pauses.
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