so far away

all people are always reaching and falling, reaching and falling.

Where did all this distance come from? Distance I can’t map. Distance further than my fingertips can stretch. Distance from A to B, but also from decision to decision, from thought to thought and all the space between. I don’t want to let go. I don’t want to be reaching.

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