The ache remains at the base of your spine, the core of your self; physical pain indistinguishable from emotional, you know longer know where you end and the Universe begins. The lightest of your breaths yearn to be normal, but any air that reaches the bottom of your lung knows, it knows, what you really want is the cosmos.
How can we settle for the concrete when we know the sky is just beyond reach?
You twist your limbs inside out
but you never get where you thought
you were going.
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