That moment when you think you can take it all and you find yourself slumped against a random wall in your apartment, eyes, welled with tears, for the omission of the future everythings.
And then in your head, the songs play. The songs play. The songs play. That one song plays.
Imagination begat dancers in leotards dark, and light,
and pointe and modern and flat and round.
Try to fill all the space in the ribs with familiarity and nuance.
And omission is flitted away.
Just let it take you.
Just let it take you.
Just let it take you.
All under its skin. In its skin. Within its veins. Find another normal.
Find another place to entrench roots. To weigh encumbrances.
To feel all the things and source them out in parcels of breath and giggles and handshakes.
And forgetful almosts never accomplished.
Because energy and focus and attention and right now....
Just let it all fall where it lay.
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