#61

I go places I don’t want to go to.  I leave those places to find new places I don’t want to be in and then I leave those places and sleep in a bed I don’t want to be in and I dream a dream I don’t want to dream.  In my dream I’m stuck: my feet are entrenched in mud.  People about me move freely and are enjoying the sun.  A man with tattered clothes  stops and looks at me.  He gives me his arm but is unable to move me.  ‘I don’t understand’, he said.  ‘It hasn’t even rained’.

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teddy minus teddy mauling little dog

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One thought on “#61

  1. Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
 And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes 
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
 the night sky is no home, and
 you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
 that you are down to your last two percent, but nothing is infinite,
 not even loss.

    You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
 you are going to find yourself again.

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