The possibility of time vacated, rather than the burden.

This morning I awoke after three hours of sleep, an hour and a half before my alarm went off. I didn’t think about oceans, but I did think about cobwebs.

What do we call that feeling as we convince our minds to overcome the body’s fear of the obvious delusion of jumping off a cliff into blue water below? It is the moment after fear, before elation.

Sometimes the Unsaid is more important than what was said.

“Do you want strawberries?”

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