My
mind feels untethered today save one or two final strands still connected to
earth. If you cut me loose, you’d find me drifting over the surface. Close
enough to brush, but not close enough to keep me.
I
wonder if I should make as many sweeping decisions as possible today. Take that
Sisyphean boulder and knock it right off of the edge of eternity. See what
happens next.
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