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The soft wafting of time, like wind, a soft cooling breeze encircling my face. I breathe in, taking in whatever of this time is needed, knowing there is no shortage. I exhale, in no rush. My senses acute, my reactions controlled by something other than myself, slowed. My body, my thoughts, my breaths, all calm, cooled.
Whatever comes may come. Whatever doesn't, shouldn't and won't. All that is now is my thought, my ears and the immediate sounds it digests. All the gentle quarks bouncing within the atoms of my mind at lightning speeds, which are they themselves bouncing around at lightning speeds.
But I do not know or share their haste. They create impulses on my membrane psyche. And I sit here, letting what come may, for what comes should and what doesn't won't.
What come may, for what comes should, and what doesn't won't. Peaceful breath, then, for everything is currently in its place and will be moreso tomorrow. |
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