A reason to cry.
A load of entangled clothes piled on top of your self, crowding your movement, keeping you from progressing forward; intruding your vision, making it hard to see the line that you've been following all this time.
A small bell, ringing faintly in the distance in a consistent, slowly paced rhythm. Every time it sounds you flinch because the note hits at an unexpected sensitive point in your emotions.
How should one take on such a challenge..
Weight. Pressure. Vulnerability. Trust. Hope. Security.
Sleep?
(Original Date: Thur 1/14 3:11AM)
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