29.2.16.2

29.2.16.2

I’m not scared of the starts that wreck you just a little bit enough.

I do not fear the benign stops that leave you gasping in puddles of truth.

I do not fear nothing that has ever been.

But the steady glide.

The straight line.

That feels like nothing

That becomes from nothing

And will come to nothing at all.

I fear just how long that line is.

Momina Arif

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