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“Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.” — Edna St. Vincent Millay, Letters
He was a dismal inhabitant of a suit unhappy to house him.
He smelled like strange airport hand soap and felt like a hole to fall into.
It felt good. It was like when you had been unhappy and didn’t know it until you weren’t anymore.
knew just how it felt when your worst fear was that you would be yourself.
I couldn’t tell what this thing was inside me. Was it a good mood? It seemed like it could be.
And I thought of how statistically pointless love was and how unsurprising this all was in the relative scheme of things.
People who say throwing shit when you’re angry doesn’t help have never thrown shit while they were angry.
We are a wonder of checks and balances to keep on running.
In the beginning, there was the suburbs and the days that looked the same stacked on each other’s backs. Then there was me, and the angels fell.
