a question of balance

your hands are cold, stomach like a puzzle you can`t solve, twitching, itching, dark purple veins visibly throbbing against your pale skin, it feels like you`re breathing through a straw in the depths of an ocean, the heavy head sending signals to your body is delayed by minutes, causing your feet to trip over one another, causing your body to tie itself into a knot of entangled limbs and loosing its balance, and you feel like you`ll fall but you never do

and perhaps you never will
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a question of balance

Katja  Gujord

Katja Gujord

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