I sit

I’ve sat for hours while telling myself to get up, but didn’t. I’d look at my feet. Or knees. I’d look at my skin. The fullness and the imperfections. Or I’d look out the window and watch the wind move leaves around. Each time I reminded myself to get up I’d find importance in a new leaf or a new wrinkle. I’d need to know all there was.

-M. Taggart

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