The weird thing we come to understand is that any leftovers we have from experiences begin to crowd around us more and
more with time.
They shuffle in and take up space and block light just as soon as we wake.
They infiltrate our dreams.
Our morning or afternoons become crowded out by ways we felt when one thing or another happened . It begins to be tough discerning just what is simply happening right now.
Sometimes I'll notice how they'll back up,
like objects on a stuck conveyor belt.
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