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771: thoughts while untangling kite string.

(300 feet of string)

sure – there were tears (again), and my universe did implode (again – though less completely), and everything faded to black (again)

but the matter of the fact is that i am still standing, and that i can fall no further.

this is what they call a dull ache bandaid over an angry wound of frustration.

drifting apart has never felt so painful.

i cannot be responsible for both of our insecurities.

i have kite string to untangle.