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February 12, 2018 • 0

Retreating into myself

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I'm standing outside the flat above the chemist. Used to live there back in my uni days. How many years has it been now? The world has moved on, and yet, if I squint and hold my breath, it's the same as it was when I called it home. Those times, those people, are now just blurred outlines. Ghosts. Phantoms. Wandering spirits and fleeting fireflies racing to the light in the dark. I've become Ebenezer Scrooge and I'm still in my thirties. The beer in me acts as a lubricant. There are wind chimes mixed with laughter lines that keep growing despite the distance. Such moments are gone, and yet they live on. In me. Outside of me. I'm as sad as I've ever been, and yet I am at one with all things.

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It's too hot. I did some writing but then did it no more. I was reading a book but then it was too hot for that so I put the book down by a glass of warm water that thirty minutes ago was cold. I closed my eyes and thought about a black swan, and then a black tree, by the side of a vast frozen lake. The heat melts my flesh and cracks my bones, but the wintery landscape makes musical notes appear in my icy breath. When I breathe out, it's your face that appears like a signature in the sand, reminding me how your body will always be the shape of my hands.

Doggy kiss chase.

Nudity and yawning dogs in the sun.

One minute she doesn't want to know, then the next she's all over me.

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