woke up this morning in a haze of confusion. the darkness felt old. for a moment it felt like time had rewinded and yesterday was the usual play that happens. on demand. the carefully shelved thoughts are strewn all over. carefully shelved but not locked away just yet.
we each of us are voracious. animal hands taking hold of the reigns on a roundabout journey set for nowhere. then coming to an end to break paths again.
pancakes are nice things for breakfast
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