or when taking a moment the breathe is difficult.
here, there, everywhere,
traipsing
and walking
and running
and working
and helping
and moving set pieces
and god,
this is becoming too much.
a pendulum,
i move from place to place
ceaselessly,
thinking few thoughts
of my own.
so preoccupied
that the involuntary acts of my body
no longer occur
so easily.
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Smart Girl
Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
