here is the morning. here is the light that’s bright enough for noon. here is what you’ve woken up to. here are five missed alarms and here are your hands. here is you not knowing what day it is. here is you hoping someone out there’s keeping track. here is heaviness. here is a sense of floating or drowning. here is where it’s all the same thing. here is confusion and here is the blood that’s fled your limbs. here is where it rushes in again. here are the pins nudging your senses back to yourself. here is fear and here is where you dance with it. here is your body now. here are all things lost and worth finding. here is yourself and here is some love to go with it.
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