i am typing this with moist hands. and i am very heavily caffeinated.
free write at 4 am:
outlining, the verge of insanity, i stand.
so satiated with what my eyes can hold, i try
to silence the incessant taps that remind me
to look at its source.
i know now what i am capable of
and simultaneously i realize myself so incapable.
so weak, too fragile
to hold the weight my head stacks upon me.
My shoulders can crumble to ashes, yet
my feet stay intact to my Roots,
the Roots feed me, keep me thirsty,
keep me awake to the world behind its visage
and these Roots tell me to remain intact.
mmmmmmmmmmm..
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