Breathe. Breathe deeply. Remember what it was like to be you.
It was delicious and bizarre and a little unnerving all of the time. Like something was wrong with your ear and you couldn't quite get your balance.
You're still you. And it's still weird.
3 comments:
nice bit. thoughtful, concise, appropriate.
I like when this blog goes all New Agey.
Me and my friend once trimmed her cats whiskers.
If that cat could write poetry (or cool song lyrics),
that's what it would have said.
Cat's loose their sense of balance and ability to determine spacial relationships when they they can't feel with their whiskers.
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