I tell you how my morning walk was
that the air smelled exceptionally sweet
and the old man from that one house
was out walking his cat again
I tell you how I can't decide
which future scares me the most
so I keep spinning, dizzy
in the intersection of decisions
I tell you about my dog
trying to sit on the bottom shelf
of my bookcase
where I store the books I won't keep
I tell you how tired I am
of feeling like I'm running out of time
still unable to move
any piece in this endless puzzle
I tell you none of this
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