Every extremity I possess feels numb in this barrage of moments I'll call "today."
There's no definitive reason for it; I am merely stagnant, stuck in place, and devoid of some passion to loosen life's grip upon me.
My eyes refuse to focus. They sit, pale and frightened of physical revolution.
In earnest, I would use them to smile, but there's nothing behind it. I am unhinged.
Unhinged in a good way, I think.
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