It’s one of those days where I’m exhausted.
My body feels like it’s about to drop straight through the last uneasy wooden board on the rickety old bridge.
Not that I dread it I suppose, the cold rapids beneath might be a welcome change, they might wake me up.
In truth all of this seems like a dream.
Like I could be walking or floating, perhaps if I just don’t look down I’ll fly away into the clouds.
Maybe I’ll rise even farther, take orbit among the sun and stars.
It could be like a cartoon scene where coyote’s botched attempt at ending the roadrunner lands him among the aliens who only want to destroy the planet.
It’s all so surreal, floating so far away.
It seems so quiet and calm in the swirling purples and blues of outer space.
But my limbs are heavy and my eyes are struggling.
My skin is crawling and my bones are moving faster than the rest of me.
I suppose I’ll just crash into the rapids,
Take the risk that they’ll suck me under,
Maybe the cold rush will at least wake me up.
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