
Old corner shops and the distance between lovers who hate and adore each other in the same breath. Old memories and still burning hearts that flicker like streetlights down roads that have no end. If you stop and close your eyes, you’ll find that everything you need is inside. In the stillness of your retreat, you’ll find meaning and even if the meaning is useless, it is what it is, and what it is, is all we will ever need. In the silence that comes from stepping aside, everything that once seemed so senseless will make sense, and the strangeness of living you once feared more than death will become your mantra. Those pages of unwritten journals, and those photos you keep hidden because to look at them hurts, they speak the same as they always have done, and what they speak is what you need to hear. The scars on your flesh, and the thoughts that linger each night before bed, they are not weakness, and nor are they sin. What they are is what they are, and what they are is a beautiful truth, the kind that ignites minds in no other way. Those old corner shops, they welcome us like how they did back when we were young and our livers were in better shape. Those old memories, they dance and kiss our throats and pinch our flesh and when we’re drunk from knocking back too much cheap white wine, they take off our clothes and serenade our naked bodies and before we know it, it’s morning and here comes a hangover to remind us of just how fragile we are. But we wouldn’t have it any other way. No, this mess is what makes us smile like mischievous cats. Cats on the prowl for danger caring little for the consequences of their actions. If you need to, just hang back and watch the world go by. Be a cat. Be what you need to be, and make no apologies. Elevate yourself to a higher state and drink a few bottles of that cheap wine while you’re at it. Maybe have a cigarette too, and as you kick your feet and flick ash on the heads of the dim ones below, bare those teeth and give the finger to no one in particular, because this is how we roll.

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