(no subject)
A second's difference between acceptance and truth. A second's difference between breathing freely, or having your chest become the knot of some ribbon; tied. And a minute's worth of time between the water and the coast, between the sun as it sinks into the sand of some desert. It doesn't take but an hour to undo; for all your doubts to stand up like dominoes. It's like standing against a firing wall with your finger on the trigger of a gun that points both ways. It's a continual yellowing bruise, a recollection with no reasonable explanation, except that you feel it with the same voracity that it was buried with, that somewhere; it subtly lies pulsing while you sleep.