is the leveller I suppose.
In time, everything will assume it's proper proportions.
there isn't any vengeance to be had. No righteous anger.
Just this wacky I can't breathe feeling.
this invisible elephant sitting on my chest.
Perhaps it's actually the burlesque girl from the other week, going the whole hog and standing on me.
which goes so nicely with an absence of words from people I thought would dig something out.
That said, my cup still runneth over.
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