This morning i was dangling from some monkey bars for as long as i could hold onto the bar.
Hanging can mean so many things.
Hanging out.
Leave me hanging.
Hanging on.
Hang up.
I watch clothes hanging from a line. Dancing in the breeze.
I watch my emotions hanging from different hooks in life.
I let go of the bar. I hit the ground. Running.

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