19th October
far back in the past a fallback to my ancestors.
my ancestor of 5 minutes ago, stumbling blindly out the door and bequeaving me whatever was laying behind him.
my proto-caveman of 3 years ago, banging days together optimistically. dies over the fire he started playing with fucking matches.
I’ll go no further back. refuse the poor mongrels and write postcards to the new me. god forbid; more children tumbling from now into unending playful possibilities.
they’re mocking me with good-natured cheekiness, irreverence for this and that Once apon a Time.
sometimes it’s probably healthiest to sit back and remember the day you first met your
obligations.
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It takes some willpower to swerve before we collide but we do it. blind fear for the unknown. it’s an uncomfortable mess afterwards and we pick ourselves up and just slink away with as much grace as we can muster.
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trajectories faltering. vapour trails diverging around points on the ground.
smuggle in some solitude; paperback crescendos in the darkness.