stick to fiction

i knew this woman once that spoke of herself in third person and her ambitions in past tense she loved to speak to me of remembering how she learned to forget the nature of falling in love and that oneday someday inhumanity would end humanityand that the world would fill with ghost and whispers all learning as she did to forget to be forgotten

she used to say it’s only four letters and i would reply that it is not the length of the word but the depths of it’s definition that we fall through

stick to writing fiction she said leave the philosophy to the dead and the exiled

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