Discarded

When you discard me, be sure to close the lid on the bin. Walk away. Don’t look back to reach in... I’ve already moved on. This side of the road, I’ve been discarded here before... I know my way home by heart. They call it muscle memory. And my heart always remembers. She never forgets.

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Moments

There are moments when the world closes in on me quickly. Moments when I have forgotten how full-tilt crazy things can get in just a blink.