Monday, December 21, 2015

fuck fuck fuck

A shuddering dream of what was followed along in wake of his present. That billowing algal bloom of old mistakes and horrors misremembered pulled him far from moment. The crushing indifference of the universe settled into the soles of his feet, a familiar pair of shoes. Each step pressed against the backwards pull.

Hope and the future remained outside his tepid grasp.

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