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I’m swimming,
I’m flying.
Soaring through this empty lighted street
In a black sedan.
Is that the end or does it just keep going forever and ever?
I'm shrinking and I can’t connect with anything around me,
Just all that’s ahead, and it’s not really ahead,

It’s here,
It's over there,
it’s disappearing.
No...it’s ahead again.
Whyohwhy.

I’m going to take a nap.
My stomach can’t take this.
And I promise it wont happen again.