breaking: fork returns to kitchen

staring into the bathroom mirror, trying to discern hints of your parents' faces in your own

falling into a vicious cycle you will spend decades of your life trying to crawl and bite your way out of

placing your ear to the mossy ground. do you hear it? is that the earth's heartbeat, or your own?

whispering forgotten hymns from a dead language into your pillow and listening for a response

putting your tongue to something you would otherwise never get to taste

climbing as high as you can in the tallest tree you can find and reaching up to brush the sky with your fingertips. it can't be that high up, right?

reading

falling to your knees in an empty field and screaming until your lungs give out

listening to yourself talk and realizing that all you say is an amalgamation of thoughts and feelings from other people, some of which you will never see or speak to again

establishing a tentative peace with the spider in that dim corner you can never bring yourself to reach into

you'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling!!