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In My Head

It was spilled water smoothly seeping into the unclean floor. Cheerful crowds are simply passersby to a small caution sign, unsuccessful in halting the lingering mess. Curves, circles, and lines- They all cross paths, as the water spreads so do the crowds. Ignorance is bliss. Until a wrong step and someone slips- A harsh landing. Everyone stares, watching the soundlessness of me reaching out.

In My Head

It was spilled water
smoothly seeping
into the unclean floor.