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The Distancing FictionI am the physical embodiment of a story. Every time I move my arm or open my mouth or words stumble off of my tongue and I make a fool of myself, it's another page, another sentence, another scene in a story I'll tell later, at some later date, as if all of that is in the past, behind me now. But that's a big lie, like most of the stories I tell, and I'll just continue writing it all with the swaying motion of my tongue and arms and lungs.
I tell stories sometimes to relate, escape, entertain, and connect with others. But mostly I tell stories because, as a child, I realized that nothing would properly convey the way that I felt, what I want
Show Me Something You Cant fixWe're in the woods, just the two of us. I have on my best trainers, the ones with rainbow laces and the place on the back that Max chewed through when he was just a puppy. Your steps are bigger than mine but it's a game I try to jump into the hole your shoes leave behind. I'm a frog; I'm a kangaroo; I'm magic.
"My legs hurt" I tell you
"It's just a bit further."
You sit and pull me down beside you, point through the undergrowth "Do you see it?"
I shake my head and you pull me up, pushing towards a tree until I climb. "The pond, do you see the pond?"
From up here, I can. It is a fractured, jagged edge lying on the ground.
And Tonight My Prayer Was VIIIAnd tonight my prayer was:
I used to see life in you, but I'm not even sure you see life in yourself anymore.
And Tonight My Prayer Was VIIAnd tonight my prayer was:
Maybe if I didn't fuck up so much before fuck there it goes again; another person blaming the past for the hole they are in now. I know that everything, great or revolting, is temporary in this life. I'm just sick of being stuck in what-the-fuck-should-I-do-with-my-life hotel. Rent's hard to pay after several months.
The CorrectionGod damn punk, boy who cried wolf; hold his hand one more time, scream at the top of his lungs for him, that for the first time in years, yes, he can be that person.
The way you held my hand just a little right after I first saw you - my all-time wish-list, mile-marker. There are no words, no language suitable to describe you. I know I am so difficult, do everything you tell me not to, don't listen and don't shut my mouth, but I'm learning to want to be so much better for you. And I know I do almost everything wrong, I really do just want you to be happy, cared for, loved so well. I know it seems like I will never stop being this way but ha
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