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i was walking on solid ground and tripped.
tripped over my words,
tripped over my own feet,
tripped on something lying there.

i started to fall forward.
nobody caught my arm to save my face.
nobody caught me,
the ground didnt catch me,
i just fell.

fell through everything.

there was only white,
as i fell.

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sometimes when i'm reading things, the words i read make me think of things like this, and although my eyes are still on the page, i feel like i am frozen in time, seeing these images. feeling them. wondering what they are.

i daydream too often.