Sunday, November 13, 2016
13 november
Maybe it’s oxygen that fails to make it to the brain -- squeezes out of every available nerve and fires each tiny zap until the collapses between synapses short circuit and the day must be done, no matter what other plans were made, what answers should be written. The explanations bubble up but none cures the problem. Into the dark. Roll over and out.
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