sometimes it feels like the world is holding its breath. you sit on your bed in that still, calm, four-AM greyness, clutching your knees to your chest; mattress-bound; mired in gravity -- before you the tide is unfurling and behind you the planets exploding, so silently that the deities themselves are unaware of the chaos, turning noiselessly in their sleep.
i am now eighteen.
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