These lines have a funk that is super visual and grimy in all the right ways. It’d be cool to hear you read it - there are clearly some places to play with rhythm.

I’m not doomscrolling I’m just holding my breath.

More giving underfoot led to less giving underfoot and then ouch sticks and pain pebbles. The giving underfoot things also come in larger sizes, I saw. Cool in dark places where they are tall, warmer in the joy/light places where they aren’t. I’ve not gotten close to one. Brown, rough, and scary.

Something pushed against my face. It was soft so I leaned into it and fell. It wasn’t solid enough for that, but I could almost lean and push back. There was a smell now that made my stomach rumble and I followed it. More of the giving happened under my feet, more of the light happened overhead, joy

Stretched out before me was needling light, a chaos of sound that filled my head more than my ears, a hard heavy smell. I’d never smelled before and sneezed it back out. My feet slid tender against a giving surface. It crinkled and bent more as I moved. The light began to dim a little, the air soft.