As I go, it went. Quickly, in jest and without the backtracking step of denial...Oddly these moments of clarity so brief and easily overrun with chaos, in a bare white room, only the thoughts of others to cloud the lost mind.
A day of it, coffee, coffee, books and more books skimming words in the desperate attempt to store them, keep them in...Eyes flit over the same old objects (change) keep moving (evolve) go backwards into the light you left (addressed to no-one if you please, which I don't)how confrontational dear girl.
Memories of cars (the backs of them) breathless and running the smile breaking accross my face looking down and waiting to cast my eyes upwards because timing is everything when the fun you have is tinged with the regret of having wasted one upon a time.Yet all is not as it seems something I know all too well as once questioned is never, eh?
Lighter, brighter.
How one can be oppressed by words.
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