Waiting room

As I sit in the waiting room, exciting myself for a room that felt like was shrinking, I sit. Trying to catch my breath, grasping at the reality that is my reality. 

The worry of her, and the worry of her, the fear of him, to the neglect from them, to the mystery of tomrrrow while trying go grasp the right now and maintaining mine.

I give it you .. but the race still races.  

I pause. I pause. 

Allowing to accept, trying, I have no control.  i never did.  .

I accept. I try.  

I pause. 

 

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