Some days it hits me all at once.
Most days I’m fine.
I only spin on one thing. It’s manageable. Then there are these days.
All of the failure and what I had; it wasn’t really good anyway.
Triggers.
All at once.
The moving on, the past. What is supposed to happen dangling in front of me.
A blur, jumbled.
I used to know.
It was the Southern way. It’s what you do.
Today is what happens when that doesn’t play out.
It’s reasonable and understood most days.
Just not today.
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