And there was none. I think I'm allowed to go home now.
The taste was different, and the smell has changed. There were transparent patches I've never felt with my heels before. In some outward way, I pretended a timeless laughter, and yes, I'm with family again. But an evolution was in effect; I couldn't pretend that I rode with that current. I'm gone, Baby, I'll be gone the next second, and I'll be elsewhere the second after that. Who am I to grapple onto that frozen second of you, while you took those giant leaps away away away?
My toes to my brows, I'm lost in the still, and I'm lost in the motion. Why are we prone to sadness, but we can't be prone to happiness? I don't believe one is better than the other, but there's some discrimination when we reel in extremes, utilizing particular fishing hooks for these words, these phrases.
Man. I forgot about my traffic ticket.
I'm fucked.
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