“take the best situation, an impossibly perfect situation, and you’re never content, never happy, never settling, always wishing”
I needed to kiss girls I never loved, and love girls I never kissed. I needed to throw dice fully aware they’d land anywhere, and possibly, hopefully everywhere. I needed more than to spend an eternity counting gray hair not yet grown, and wrinkles not yet formed. I needed to write.
Doing it one day to the next.
Always up for editing/writing, so hit me up.
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Posted about 1 year ago, 2 comments so far.
I have a life list that looks neurotic / and fantasies that are neurotic / if nothing else besides romantic,
Rich concluded that an ending is anything but the end
A tremor in the eye / a shudder at his kind
At the end of the day, in the words of Billy Joel, “I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints…”
The grass wasn’t cool, but it tickled my bare ankles; my chair wasn’t remarkably comfortable, but it was mine; and the train in the distance sounded angry, but it wouldn’t always.
It was cold and rainy in late October, her hair was now gray with only hints of the fiery red that’d been her staple, and she stood smelling one of his shirts, quietly singing to herself.