In the morning, i’m back to square zero. Decisiveness now seems like a distant relative. What’s up with all this hellishness? i’m on the cusp of way too sensitive. Emotional embellishment. Don’t know where my bravado went. I’m hesitant – dragged down by all this sentiment. Sentient beings, resident in heaven’s gates – the same one’s working a job boring as embassies. My heart stretches the seven seas. Sometimes i breathe, sometimes i heave. Where on earth goes all my energy? How do the wind and sun just enter me? A centipede crawls backwards towards the ocean reef and finds some beef, but keeps that one encounter brief to hide it’s grief that beef was not in fact a leaf.