timing

another coincidence.
why does this keep happening?

i feel fraught by this. it baffles me. what am i not seeing? i feel like there is something there to comprehend, some message in all of this endless uncanny timing. i close my eyes, and imagine my mind is a little rounded room. i'm taking a tiny whisk broom and sweeping it clean, trying the clear the swirls of dust that are slow to settle after a long day. it feels strange, almost painful, like i can actually feel the bristles prickle inside my temple, on the shelf of my mind. i even imagine myself blowing away that last bit of dust hard to sweep from the corner, so that i can understand why.

i still don't know.

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