little instances.

I’M DONE NOW.

feels as if i’ve been shot out of a cannon but not recently ——— that i’ve been hurtling for some time now, my arms imbalanced propellers wildly ripping at the wall of air rushing by, most of my mind squawking through my nerves but their waves find no purchase ——— falling stupidly over myself at at a speed that is impossible and never ending. the ground is buried somewhere so far off that only the littlest parts of me have enough sense to be afraid of the fall.

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