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i miss you, in reverie.
kinda like a daydream.

my ceiling fan looks like a flower, spinning.
then it looks like a clock, racing.
and i’m reminded that we live and die and
all i have is now.

i have to keep my feet on the ground.

do you want to go ice skating?
seems like a happy medium….
it’s kind of like flying on the ground.