time seems to be an abstract concept these days

sometimes time spins in an endless vortex around me
like, hello. who are you?

repeat your name again, please?
no, i heard what you just said. 
could you say that again?
no, i didn't hear you, i'm sorry.
yes, i'm paying attention. 
alright, i'm listening

like life is nothing but a series of affirmations
that have no meaning
nor practical application

my shoulders gape in connections
withe my shoulder and neck, 
i tremble and shatter

broken and made anew, 
time ticks either too slow or too fast
like i can't keep track anymore

was yesterday the day before?
or today?

The End

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