i layed my head down to rest, and now i can't find it. it's running. and fast. up and down. left. right. its even running in circles. just around and around. and around. its not getting anywhere in particular, but it feels like it is. and i'm not getting any rest. because with my head missing it's hard to know where the rest of me is at. so i lay my head down to rest. fill in the holes with sound. there's some ounce of direction in the noise. the beating drum. the humming strings. the empty body of wood holding it all, throwing it back out and soothing the air. the rhythm keeping time with each racing thought. and my head starts to move a little slower.
but it's running again. now we'll never know.
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