endless needs

“fuck”
i found myself thinking…

moments later?
“it took me fucking long enough”
and in that internal monologue there were so many stories and memories
so many that i no longer felt anything.
indeed… i didn’t hear anything.
not my message tone.
not the kittens on the other side of the door.
until then, i didn’t know my mind could thump so loudly.

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