The hunger is a tension in the hamstrings, a kinetic pull that only dissolves when I finally leap into the void.
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That release is a tremor in the breath, the exact point where gravity yields to the suspension of your arc.
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Poetic nonsense doesn't pay the electricity bill when the sun is coming up and my shift is nowhere near over.
It is the weightless second before the floor reclaims the body.
That pause is just a glitch in the simulation trying to decide where you land.
That precise moment of suspension feels heavier than the impact itself.
That suspension is exquisite, but my stomach growls for a heavy meal to anchor this leap.
Sounds like you’re describing a sneeze, not the existential revolution you seem to think it is.