Daring a footfall through this portal it was exhausting sweeping up the remnants of hubris from under the carpet left behind in my think tank’s truancy.
It’s all clambering hands on deck I can’t keep all the recollections. Still, like memory foam melancholy and folly impressions remain, when they’re gone do I become immortal?
This consciousness I have was never mine to keep so I’ll give it back with an attempt to the head negated by the shot to my foot footnotes foothold banana skinned taking on ascensions path
A wake-up call from a murmur, an echo in my chamber with a maternal veiled flutter is a gentle nudge on the shoulder like a motivational speech life is not out of reach