Akathisia

Humans are funny little beings; they fall.

Falling in and out of varying degrees of affection; they tell. 

Telling each other half-truths and half-lies; they reveal. 

Revealing their most closely guarded secrets at a slip of the tongue; they feel. 

Feeling emotions unforeseen by their own cortical matter; they think. 

Thinking about futures that may never even be theirs to live; they breathe. 

Breathing the love that clouds the air and developing immunity; they write. 

Writing vague poetry to soothe their noisy souls; they hope. 

Hoping the universe really does have a plan for them; they journey. 

Journeying through that amusing series of events they call a life; they live. 

Living- really living through it all.

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