My breath does as it wilt

right, exactly now.

It doesn’t pant; It does not (hold).

But, it breathes

shallow then a sudden, pumping rush of

Air of exhalation.

…strange rhythm.

My emotions are being redistributed,

my memories, now defragged from sleeps processes,

reorient themselves


to their new locale.

Strangers in a familiar region. One they

have only seen mapped.

The world within folded all in-on itself and

Refilled in the converse.




The new in-side


the Apposite Opposite

Author: writtencasey

I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer. With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills. I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here. Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.

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