Breaking Breeze

The myth of the tightrope strung high above is breaking
I braced for the crash
but just ended up startled
staring up
from the dirt-dusted ground
Its the fact that I’m still awake
The love that I still feel
The yearning that still haunts me
Hungover or not
That lets me know it is real

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