Perhaps nevermind. Everything makes so much sense at the time. I said hello to your brother while briefly in your neighborhood. It feels like there is animosity buried beneath the suburbs. That's why I've grown to like the city- we're all together in our perceived misery, and the people there are not afraid to show it. A passage I thought you might like: "I wanted the moments of my life to follow one another in an orderly fashion like those of a life remembered. You might as well try to catch time by the tail."
I thought you were a ghost for months. I would see you duck around a corner... and I would run but there was nobody there. I think it may have been guilt. Poetry and mutual martyrdom do not build a very stable base for anything. I am rambling, and I have to go to work. Coffee? No? Take care, and good luck with life and love. People need all three.
oh theres animosity buried here beneath the pavement but i havent contributed any to it. its as if it burns the soles of my feet but one must grow accustomed to it. whats worse than the animosity IS that its buried and covered, theres always a feeling of looking over ones shoulder. christian told me you stopped by, i was really suprised. i thought i was either forgotten, hated, or both. youve been the same to me: a phantom. why would you say guilt? are you guilty about something? i asked if you wanted to have coffee with me (even though i dont drink the stuff) but you never got back to me. im not sure about how gary would feel about it, but i would like to, yes.
theres really no such thing as luck, sean, you should learn that before its too late. plenty of people spend their whole lives depending on some nonexistent force called luck and fall prey to reality. they make themselves susceptible to inevitable disappointment and in turn, waste precious time.
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i have the same number.
text me so that i have yours again.
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Have you been good to yourself? You deserve it, after all.
cheers.
-a papier-mache chrysalis
p.s.: i hope this isn't creepy.
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A passage I thought you might like:
"I wanted the moments of my life to follow one another in an orderly fashion like those of a life remembered. You might as well try to catch time by the tail."
I thought you were a ghost for months. I would see you duck around a corner... and I would run but there was nobody there. I think it may have been guilt.
Poetry and mutual martyrdom do not build a very stable base for anything.
I am rambling, and I have to go to work. Coffee? No?
Take care, and good luck with life and love. People need all three.
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theres really no such thing as luck, sean, you should learn that before its too late. plenty of people spend their whole lives depending on some nonexistent force called luck and fall prey to reality. they make themselves susceptible to inevitable disappointment and in turn, waste precious time.
thanks for not forgetting me.
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