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And in those moments, he grew-
Not because of any material success
But the extistential fear of failure,
The fear inoculum, the fear cage
Pinpoint anxiety paralyzes the mind and body hangs in suspension
The quiet four walls are sliding closer
The momentum of ages he built
Sand castles in the hurricane's roar
Functioning sinkhole, it was only time
Black holes keep pulling me into the darkest corner of stars
Micro (the space in between )
Macro (the space that remains)