Restless, Not Rested

everything moves except me

Now and then I feel like I can’t put my feet down. Gravity doesn’t work. I get slower and slower, time passes unnoticed, things must halt because I can’t. Everything, everything becomes too much.

Stop. Stop. No more.

I get so tired.

Then I get sick.

Every Thursday

 

 

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