I blink, and oh – is this my life now?

Too surreal I don’t really feel it?
On my end,

letting go brings moments of breathlessness; both kinds:

A slap to the face, the winds here.

Cooling. Cold. A new pressure builds 

my (in)dependence : salt and pepper is really all I need.

Filing taxes, budget receipts, lost on campus, instalment debits, microwave meals, visa permits, and isolation.

I miss my (dead) hamster. 

Some days I just can’t adult.

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