An etheral, erie calm

Adrenalin advances. Legs twitch. Thighs quiver like a marathon round of squats. Gut is fuzzy. Belly, gassy. Soul buzzed and burned. A dream-state of a near-death tunnel-of-darkness experience. Rest does not come. I am alone.

Consciousness in the continuum asserts. The tide ebbs and flows from high to low. The wind blows to relieve and equalize pressure. Natural negotiation supporting many landscapes and realities, seeking to find an uneasy truce. Comfort is close. I am not alone.

I’m out of memory. Phone buzzing alerts. Shit.

Repent. Reboot. Repeat.

I am now calm.

I am alive.

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