Waiting for six months in the future, where two possible choices await, hopefully both, but there’s no choice except to pursue each, and hope capturing one won’t ruin the other.
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Poke the centre of your spine from behind so the jolt runs through you with shock and betrayal, your whole body refusing to relax, trust, being near them again.
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Prepare your body for the hope of being invaded, transformed for another, and see if there’s anything left of who you are once they decide to leave.
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Work us to exhaustion and feign shock when we all collapse one-by-one, the few remaining piled on with more responsibilities until they bury us so deep no one remembers we were ever human.
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The mist of morning, so early most people miss it. Is that the intention? The preference? Or does it desperately cling in the air, to windows, plants, living and dead things so that someone, anyone, will witness it before the morning warmth dissipates its existence.
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They become God when they start choking the life of their victim, they have the power to let them live on, for years and years, or end their existence in this moment. It’s the ultimate power. But what about driving? Anyone could easily swerve into the opposite lane and crash headlong into another, killing youContinue reading “23:213”
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Suck on the plastic, hoping for substance and connection, a way to bypass pain and hesitation to keep living, enjoy what you need and remember you are wanted, needed, essential.
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Spurt water and pound the food to mush, make it more appetising, appealing, to lick it up and experience the thrill of living.
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Skip life events to enter the interesting times, the mundane too boring to experience or appreciate. Perhaps that’s why you tend to die young.
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Ponder the possibility of producing the greatest treasure, shaping the worthiest mind, bestowing your very being on another and praying they will turn out worthy, that you are worthy.
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