Shaking it

It is still not clear

What makes the centrifuge tilt

And make me question my worth.

Is the centrifuge balanced? And me?

Can i fulfil simple tasks at my age?

Am i again not trusting myself at my age?

The loud noise shakes me up

And the sentences fall void.

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Meeting survival

Just let it happen and distance yourself
By flying to the coming singer
And exploring for the perfect Christmas present
Whole they all waste words.
Nod and consider
W what is really important to you
And take notes
To plan your short but dense free time
And your next knitting project.