Take Me Somewhere Nice

June 5, 2013

I woke up thinking about you. All of you, a dozen mouths chatting in my ear and then silent. I think of comforting half-truths. If memories are based on perception and perception is constantly changing, memories are irrelevant. I tuck you in a cloth. I set you down in the right corner of my brain. I imagine it to be the right corner. You’re just a dream. We pulled smoke into our lungs. No one can blame us for playing god.


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