Monday, August 13, 2012


The inability to go through today without the aftertaste of yesterday in your mouth and the uneasy panic for tomorrow in your gut.

The inability to feel a simple emotion with regard to someone, instead weaving sticky webs of guilt and memory and irritation and bone-deep affection.

The inability to put a thought into words, sentences running off, cutting short, forming a spliced train that winds through desolate landscape, pretending that it has a destination. Imagining someone waiting at the platform, ears straining, heart pounding.

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