Thursday, September 11, 2008
Concealment in a Forest Fire
Being in limbo is being turned upside down, lowered into the ocean by your ankles, rotating 18 times clockwise, 18 time counter clockwise, and then being lifted up 3 feet above the water just to be dropped quicker than the water can bead up and roll off your chin. Being in limbo is believing that heaven and hell exist but ending up in purgatory. Being in limbo is a constant nausea brought on by nothing but your own poor gag reflex. Being in limbo is meeting your wife at your mothers funeral. Being in limbo is telling everyone about the things you can't remember from the night before. Being in limbo is the pursuit for symmetry in nature. Being in limbo is searching for concealment in a forest fire. Being in limbo is waiting for the carbon monoxide alarm to go off. Being in limbo is killing me slowly. Being in limbo is saving my life.
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4 comments:
this isn't taking you three steps forward
but it also isn't taking you three steps back,
you can't see anything to go towards
cause you're waiting for something you think you lack,
it's either the brake or the gas you have floored
but i'm sorry to say, kid, there isn't always a "right" track
uhhh ok
lmao
oh man i get it now, I didn't read it right! I'm sorrrrrry love! Write back!
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