Have you ever began to believe a lie you fabricated so long ago that you start to misconstrue the lines between what is true and what is not?
It's the moment that you're face down in a pile of your own words and they seem to surround your lungs with rusty swords. Dull enough to lick the edge of the blade but sharpened enough to drain your veins.
At this point you just commit and breath in every drop flooding your eyes, nose, mouth, brain, even your pores begin to give off a greener shade than usual.
Trash the room, sleep in the bed, then walk away and wait for housekeeping.
Check out is at 10:00am.
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- Time Travel As An Option
- Subconscious activity on paper.
I don't have the slightest idea if this is going to take me 3 steps forward or 3 steps back.
These are mostly random rough drafts of things that I write without thinking about the consequences.
1 comment:
The way it ended startled me. Perhaps because it wasn't at all what I was expecting. Then again, if there's one thing I've learned about reading your posts it's too expect the unexepected anyway. I should have remembered this. I shouldn't have been surprised.
But it always feels pretty damn good.
I loved it nevertheless.
-xo.
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