14:02

Vomit.

Not actually, but I considered.

Paced too quick.
Speed felt too good to slow down.
At least the pace was consistent?

It was a good practice.

Back to reality.

Or is it?

I practice regularly;

It is built into my reality.

But it is also a break from reality.

I don't feel anxious anymore.

All I have is nothing.

And that is frustrating.

So maybe I have frustration instead.

Either way,

I have a void.

I guess that's okay.

Sometimes there's nothing to have.

I'll just keep plodding along today.

Because really, I'm functioning fine.