of the sigh,
the exhale
of air.
sometimes it's boredom,
disinterest
in what someone is
telling you,
or the book in your lap,
or maybe it's
frustration
with the stuck key,
the stubborn lock.
while other times
it's a momentary
flash of
despair.
when it feels like
you're going nowhere,
and thinking that maybe
you might already
be there.
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