laying low on the half broken treadmill, constantly fleeting, moving away from the moments. where do we go next, a question hovering over all i know, but when i raise my eyes from my hands and look around, it's all beautiful faces, and i cling on to them. lay low. the little sunlight of the day sends energy through pretty colours, hail and vibrations of the nervous kind, as i lie and wait for the buzz. phone laying low. eyes are huge, hands tiny, air cold, mind blank. i'm swimming through waves and dives and storms, for now just to get to anything, for a moment to breathe. even weakened from weeks and months and years of just keeping my head over water, i am trying just to get to my arm wrestling challenge with the person on the other side