I wrote this about two months ago. Maybe eventually be part of something larger. Never posted it because it’s just a tad.. dark. Lurn’s been bugging me to post it, so.. here ya go.

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I’m not always proud of what I do, but if I had it to do again, I’m not sure I could do it any other way. Things fall apart, they break; That’s life. Sometimes life just has to be sad, broken, haunted. And after all the shit going on, I guess I thought we deserved some time to just coast. Cruise through life for a while and see where it took us.

But in the end, life gets a little dull when you’re not actually striving for anything real. One hungover morning becomes like any of the others; time’s passing marked by the missed calls on your phone. I’m not ignoring your calls, Mom, but you’ve got the wrong number – the person you’re trying to call is gone; that child you raised is dead, though a burnt, broken shell remains.

We’d all like to think we just flew too close to the sun, and that’s why our wings burned; wax melting away under the heat until none of our feathers remained. Nothing for it but to plunge straight down, preserving whatever we can of our dignity and imagining the shape of the crater we’ll leave.

The problem is, the closest we ever came to the sun was staring at it through the clouds, wishing we could rise that high from the sand.

Just another hour…

Another day…

Another year…

Another castle built…

Another wave comes.

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