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1 min readJul 22, 2016
Aneurysm.
the roots of yggdrasil,
giving breath and bloom to
our most human essence.
constant, unwavering.
until, of course, the moment it finds fault. genetic, metabolic, microbial, whatever. couches, salty meals and cigarettes. a weakened wall where your carotid artery meets your middle cerebral. the swelling siege compressing your pituitary and optic nerve. the very fluid that runs the machine threatens to split the wall and suffocate this neural tree, where memories and emotions, language and movement, ego and identity
dangle like little leaves on the dawn of autumn.
the fragility of it all is only matched by its beauty.