During Constriction: 7.16.17

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7/16/17

3:35pm

My mind can’t think and I wonder what is surrounding my brain in the moments it is squeezed shut without air for new thought; and how the only way to ease the constriction is to write words on a page. Any words at all. The squeezed thoughts:

…When we cry in front of others…

…When we seek inclusion…

…If you are not always seeking inclusion, it…

…Here we all are…

And then it’s time to go outside, for the sky doesn’t squeeze shut, and I have wrote down my words today. I have done my work. I have earned my glimpse of the sky. 

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Now my mind runs, breathing deep and wide.

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