Walking Practice

by Dolki Min

There’s not even a booger’s amount of support for me in this universe. My body is a filthy jerk that is constantly keeping its eyes peeled for any chance to betray me. I am certain of it.

My form is what you’d call a furious wave.

Am I incapable of fully enjoying even the smallest moments of happiness? As soon as I’m happy, I start having ominous thoughts of ruining that happiness.