Have you ever sat and surveyed your life? Looked at your every step. Every stumble? Every trip?
I have.
I Meticulously segmented. I Equated every misinterpretation. Mathematically disassembled every movement. Dissected Every reaction. Quantitatively disassembling every breath.
Yet when it's all said and done. The murky water clears. The sediment of life filters to the bottom of the pond.
When the current subsides, the waters clear.
There's always me. Floating, unable to breathe. Unable to swim, only tread water.
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