Ears ring, the tone pulsing with the beat of my heart. The moment passes so slowly, yet the past blurs together and the future seems so inconsequential as I stare blankly at the dripping water. My thoughts wander and I don't think to wrangle them back in. The thoughts don't catch on anything, just passing understanding that there is movement and sound, passing by like clouds, both infinitely there and yet gone so quickly. Staring, unblinking eyes, no breath but shallow inhalations as if I am forgetting to breathe. I am gone, yet here still.

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