mid morning light

I am not good at not being told, at not knowing, at being left out of the loop, of the circle

It’s worse when it’s my friends, even more so when it’s my family and perhaps most of all when it’s my family-friends.

So?

So the world pulls the floor from under me more often than I would like. I know how to swim, not how to fly.

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