or did I get so many goose bumps…
Body
skin crawls,
they say,
but to me it is the brush of insect wings….
but why does my anxiety
ripple down…
only my stomach
is currently in my body
my arms have stretched
above my head, wrapping…
be still and know
that your heart
cannot literally
beat out of your chest…
my feet are alive,
breathing in the breeze,
free under an open sky…
brain functions,
body drags,
brain slogs,
body collapses…
heat radiates from the base of my arm
when I raise it…
Plant your feet
to withstand the waves,
the one constant
is there will always be another…
Well, they aren’t liars
so much as they have giant
imaginations
and I fall for the tall tales…
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