rhythmic. repetitive. involuntary. we do this (kind of shit) all the time. disregard the pollen count and the alto sirrus smog hovering on the horizon. feel the knot in your throat. the one even a seasoned boyscout would have trouble undoing. breathe in deep.

it’ll only take a moment. some moments last a lifetime. this isn’t one of them. this moment doesn’t even intersect with the fourth dimension. i guess this is what they meant by transcedental.

stepping back and looking at that ugly fucking carpet did me a world of good. that pattern’s not so bad after all. i found the beauty in its repetition. there it was. hiding under the soda stains and the high traffic pattern of a thousand pairs of footprints over a thousand day period. worn out. scuffed. trampled and tired. i wouldn’t want to see it everywhere. but it’s good enough for here. it’s good enough for now.

stepping back and looking at that terrible fucking moment did me a world of good. the hurt’s not so bad after all. i found the beauty in its brokenness. there it was. hiding under the heartache and the exhaustion of a thousand gentle beats over a thousand day period. worn out. scared. trampled and tired. i wouldn’t want it that way forever. but it’s good enough for here. it’s good enough for now.

the moment is coming to a close.

and i can exhale.

time to breathe again.