erosion

while i was passing by in aisle five i overheard “get help” she happened to glance at me and by 6:03 i happened to think what if she said “get well” and i don’t know who and i wasn’t there but i know when i’ve heard it before if it wasn’t condescendingly had one pound of empathy i would’ve been more likely we all have days that get swept in the haze of just trying to stay alive 2 steps forward, 1 step back but it feels like rewinding 5 after drawing a circle or two you wish you didn’t need to be doing footwork your whole life it’s like a birthday balloon in a crowded room it’s all up in the air the balloon falls down you look around and wonder if you all have circles there in the clouds but with the crowd sometimes you hear in the way they speak the toughened clay they molded that day to prevent from appearing weak you feel the way it sounded they’re trying to keep it grounded you see the smoothness of their rock because they’re silently wearing the erosion it took for them to become that soft