When I was 14 I wrote a poem called balancing act. It was all about how careful I put my life together, and when things didn't work it all fell apart.
Looking back. I haven't changed.
The past month my life has completely disintegrated before my eyes. I clutched at small pieces, so I could maybe put it back together, but they proved to be an unstable base. So it fell once more.
Now I am caught under all of it. Struggling under the weight. Trying to get out for a breath of fresh air, with no avail.
Then only thing to do is move with it. Swim until I can put it together again, even though I feel like I'm drowning.
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