Just standing in the same place,
standing, standing, standing, staying.
All memories fading away,
fading pasts leaving.
Future, past, and present are all indifferent
and time seems to slow and speed simultaneously.
Standing, waiting for the best to come,
knowing waiting is a waste,
wanting to leave but a trees roots have grown
around two standing legs.
Tears sliding down cheeks,
tears, sliding, spilling.
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