I feel the rush of anxiety,

Adrenaline floods to my head.

It sweeps me off my feet,

And tosses me onto cloud 10.

My head swoons into a merry-go-round spin,

A fast-forward of memories that are

Unreliable, unerasable, and irreplaceable.

I lose grip.

Upside down, I watch the sun rise behind our mountain’s climb,

Then: Nothing.

And I lay motionless

With weak knees and weak ankles,

Swept off my feet —

Even still, even still,

Fallen through the cloudy, unstable thrill.

Happy birthday, Tiny one. I pray all the best for you and I hope that your life is beautiful. Even half moons smile.

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