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May. 27th, 2002 11:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enteleinIf I keep making enough choices, choices that advance me a little further down the path, I can feel the breath coming more easily into my lungs.
I can feel my legs again, my calves and my knees and my hip joints.
Each decision and each slicing away at the peel, each bit of work I do that is work of clarity, that's a bit better than the day before, y'see.
Pieces of life falling into place, my joints and my bones and my cells rearranging to form a better me that looks exactly the same to you and you and you and you. But to me, there is a world of difference. Even food tastes better.
It's slow, there's regressions. Hour to hour. Each choice is a wish.
I can feel my legs again, my calves and my knees and my hip joints.
Each decision and each slicing away at the peel, each bit of work I do that is work of clarity, that's a bit better than the day before, y'see.
Pieces of life falling into place, my joints and my bones and my cells rearranging to form a better me that looks exactly the same to you and you and you and you. But to me, there is a world of difference. Even food tastes better.
It's slow, there's regressions. Hour to hour. Each choice is a wish.
