Every little task, has huge stakes, if you let them grow…
Fear
There was a small thing,
sitting in the corner,
it’s probably been…
forget sleep, we are
the unending…
Perhaps the real reason,
so many people,
fear the footsteps above them,
is not because they actually have…
If I do this,
can’t turn back.
The leaf can’t
unfall…
To the bandaid from my wrist,
that ended up on the trash bag
I filled with 5 cent recyclable…
The ghost of the oven.
The stalactite rounded channel.
Haunts my wrist…
A curious thing,
that can grow infinitely…
The first time a phoenix,
goes up in flames,
it must be terrifying…
I wonder what really lives down there,
under the oceans and seas,
hiding in the dark and depths…
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