just an unpublished entry from a few days ago.
what happens to you when you're running on the lowest fuel energy available?
what happens to your body when you're stepping close to the end of the horizon?
what happens to you when you find yourself holding onto the moist mossy edge of some deep depth with the least friction?
what happens to your mind when you're standing at the edge of the earth, at the tip with only space for your ten toes?
what happens to you when your fingers are losing grip to the single branch that still tries hard not to break off from its other leaf-less counterparts?
what happens when you're the most vulnerable?
do you close your eyes, dream of something else so different from what you are in now?
do you pinch your nose with two fingers, preventing the stench from sniffing up into you?
do you do merry-go-rounds in small steps, hoping to see a different perspective of the present?
do you jump from the red brick wall that stands tall from what-you-do-not-know below?
do you stride as big as possible or run as fast as you can in your last pair of heels, trying to cover as much distance as possible?
do you build up a hard shell? one that's white, pink, yellow, blue or black?
would it be thick or would it be brittle?
does it have a peep-hole to look through when you need to?
will there enough space in it for a nap or two? or at least space for one seat?
do you form a masquerade, unknowingly?
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