Petrichor epiphanies sluice around inside my head. A mindcrank of fall wringing out my mental oversaturation. Thrummingstone lungs force out pin-needle breaths. I let my mind slowly fill with emptiness in a steady trickle. I focus on oscillation waves behind my corneas. I pass through the iris and arrive at Now. The same place I've come from, and am going. If I could only hold my mind in my hands. Then I could settle it.
10:37 p.m. - 2015-09-15
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