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Realizing, frightened, how much passes in those moments when you stop paying attention, are distracted or waiting, praying for things you aren't sure you want.
Odd to me the way perception shifts. The difference in the way the words sound dressed in my voice, in his, the parts where we press our tongues down hard, form the syllables with caution, completely different. I wonder who I am in his world, where I fit between the teeth, how much; if anything. Can you, can I, add it up?
Odd to me the way perception shifts. The difference in the way the words sound dressed in my voice, in his, the parts where we press our tongues down hard, form the syllables with caution, completely different. I wonder who I am in his world, where I fit between the teeth, how much; if anything. Can you, can I, add it up?