You asked what it feels like...
facing destiny
with a clear intention to fail;
a reminder
that you're late for something you never planned to attend,
feared going,
but said, "Maybe."
Like burning,
the intense need to pull away from the flame;
running away
knowing it's the wrong direction
leaning into the wind
hoping to fall
but be caught just as quick;
genuinely trying to be nice
and failing miserably;
waiting on soap
for my six year old Sailor's mouth;
floating,
solid
but buoyant in the waves,
the ever present threat of drowning.
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