jet_lag Soma & I spend weary hours fitful sleeping telling my flesh to accept what my mind sees true daybreak and sunset reversed on the ticking dial we call this a certain thing whenever we travel say it will pass in brief time better a lie than endless this a worried still when I tell you i can't hold myself down in place only enough to feel my own weight beginnings & endings keeping me urgent keeping me still you take care of the body that still shudders rising panic turned soft into your arms like this lag was never what made me broken or small even from this distance 250116 what's it to you? who go blather from