27.09.2010
'are you afraid?'
looking around at the deliciously lit faces of the propped up people around her. What a wealthy situation. All those spinal cords needed was a little bit of pastry. She said 'yes I’m afraid'. She had to think of an escape plan. Because the highest of heights are by far the most fucking dangerous. and these grotesquely kind people, who really l-o-v-e you are only quietly approaching flames of wildfire. licking at your feet, waiting to catch a thread.
listen to the cracks between the lines. speak slower.
So through infectious smiles and copious invites, she dreamed of seeing it all evaporate into pockets of her memory which would only be reopened when someone instigated them with 'do you remember...' in thirty years time.
Isn't this why they invented the sea.
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