I couldn't think of the reasons why I was doing this,
to make a point,
or four,
But when I was done drawing,
And fingering,
And doing everything that seemed right,
I felt off,
Triangular,
Split,
Disconnected,
Deep breaths became a chore,
Even when I was sure they were with me in mind,
Until I realized they had a mind of their own
Nothing felt like 2016 anymore,
Or for that matter, September 10th,
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