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Many things happen at once, in the shower this morning I stare at the overhead light too long and a blue ghost burns into my
vision, superimposed on the white tile, is it close or far from me? There is a haze in the air today, I can't tell if it's dust
from the new highrise being constructed down the street or the fog that feels a bit like being at the ocean, through these
small white particles I see a woman walking, cover your hair and your eyes then.
I live in the house in my head. I used to think, I'm not sure if I do now. But something is different. My day does not move on a
track now, rather each second comes like bread from the bakery, seconds don't surprise me now, I have already seen them all.
It's not easy to take your own life in your hands, what would it be like to take my own body in my hands and lead
myself like a horse through the fields?
It feels like rain, welcome in, drifting home, I float, air feels thicker tonight and something calms
me, maybe you? all feels well tonight, 'I'm going home', now I can float, more than that, all is well now,
only counting minutes now, on my way home, the hand on my seat,
locks without keys.
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