My mind slides backwards into thick grooves of old patterns. Progress lost to the comfort of past ways laid to waste by improvement for health’s sake. My body is still amidst the unbelievable gymnastics of my psyche. Unimpressed uninspired it has taken its own toll in the name of regression. Sloppy and silly and sad and sorry silently making plans for a life back on track. Kind of funny how quickly something so small can throw it all off.
Regression?
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