this is a fight.
an effort for me.
there is nothing graceful or natural about these mechanics.
my movements are planned, measured and executed with as little personal investment as possible.
i tell myself that i don't know what it's like not to have anything to say.
my blooms are temperamental.
they only come out when they feel like it.
flutter bye.
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