Loops

Gotta keep reminding myself, cause all those lovely realizations bleed out eventually.

Like swinging a golf club: doing it right once doesn’t mean it’ll stay that way.

Or how I periodically must clip my nails.

We’re not Sisyphus or Prometheus, with sharp moments when the liver’s torn or the boulder tumbles.

There’s no culmination, no shoulders of day to day giants; we just sometimes forget to breathe.