Sometimes
it doesn’t seem real the way time shapes our lives All the anticipation the anxiety the excitement & ambivalence and then you’re facing the moment, stuck in your own head working out these existential thoughts that crush joy like a hammer I stare down the narrow cabin as my feet float and I’m watching as yesterday’s troubles ebb and tomorrow’s well tomorrow is a brand-new adventure that is waiting to become the past I watch the black sky through the tiniest window Now the sun crystalizes the world I’m glittering as the pain from yesterday explodes and my tunnel vision brings me existential flashbacks causing me to backtrack The new day is a new vigor to explore///
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