It’s as if it didn’t matter, which is not to say it didn’t. Once they get you by the similes meaning might take a minute. Once you get started, some part won’t stop. Things happen and then more things as they are wont. I’m gone, whatever the reasons. It’s done, whatever was meant.
It’s the sort of day where I feel the teeth of what I’m missing. It’s the little hurts as they linger, the weight of the wounds all at once. It’s the absence of any words when they’re needed. It’s noticing that when you’re going through it you’re only going through it alone. Things land where they’re forsaken, the numbers and the light. The way the phrase goes fallow. The way you’re always being told and not shown. One fight begets another. The tiger and the dragon team up.
Once in a great while you catch a hint of the truth. Once in a while you see the self you don’t see, the stranger at work in the world. I stopped talking and the light went out. I was shown my worth. Hard to hear but good to know. There aren’t stories that undo this witness. You can’t face the facts and expect to walk away unwounded.
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