Where have I been..?
I’ve asked myself the same thing. But I promise you, I have been looking. Every corner remains touched; hungry eyes have kissed every precious virgin spot over this brewing broth of earth. It gets scary.
It is terrifying.
It’s hard to wake up someone else. It is hard to never remain the same. A constant state of flux. I have to get used to such new postures, such likes. I’ve had to relearn names, remeet people, recare. It’s not easy.
It’s not easy being not me.
I’m burrowing into a blog and searching, bleeding all the while, but searching, for keywords, for someone, something, that lifesaving excerpt that will lift such precious feet to unbalance on such clouds of doubt.
Conspiracy?
There are black suit men all about me, in marching ant fashion, and me, like a piece of bread, am dormant, and only my physical presence keeps me alive. I see you out in the crowd, with a million empty eyes, and you’re just the same. The queen machine thirsting for man’s insecurity.
But the time is slipping.
I cannot move as I’m pinned on a clock, waiting for the hour hand to throw me off. This is not so. This cannot be. This will not be.
The film is running out.
A flash. A spin. A rewind. Over.
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