She imagined herself falling freely. Like snowflakes. Or, like sunshine on grass.
The present doesn’t exist for her. Neither does it for the world. The past is pain. The future merely a lie.
Blaming other makes one weak. Hence, she takes it all on herself. She doesn’t need the present. She loves the free fall. That helps her forget all the friends she never knew. Stories she will tell no one.
Empty cans of beer. The only company that makes her feels safe. They do not hurt. And, they do not leave. Like people always do.
She measures the width of the world with the honesty of the men she spent many a nights. Merely the size of her palm, she discovers. She realizes how easy it is not to forget a world where she actually never lived.
The present doesn’t exist for her. Neither does it for the world. The past is pain. The future merely a lie.
Blaming other makes one weak. Hence, she takes it all on herself. She doesn’t need the present. She loves the free fall. That helps her forget all the friends she never knew. Stories she will tell no one.
Empty cans of beer. The only company that makes her feels safe. They do not hurt. And, they do not leave. Like people always do.
She measures the width of the world with the honesty of the men she spent many a nights. Merely the size of her palm, she discovers. She realizes how easy it is not to forget a world where she actually never lived.
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