I flip around, there,
then there. then here.
What am I searching for? Something to laugh at? Something to cry about? Something to engage me, enrage me, enchant me? Get me to thinking...bury my feelings. My shoulders hurt, and I'm slouching again. It's time to push away the keyboard and go do something. Where is my yoga mat?
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