A Story a Day: Day 10

I’ve been slipping by the wayside. Letting it, letting myself, she said, idle

I’ve been slipping by the wayside. Letting it, letting myself, she said, idle

Like chide-me-and-bring-me-home, like don’t-forget-to-keep-me-warm, like I-don’t-even-know-but-God-knows-I-don’t.

Like, it’s been a while since I saw the sun, and the last time I saw it I don’t even know if I recognised it as such.

Like, I don’t know if I can see what’s really there.

Sun. And I am a daughter of, the separation. And I am a hater of the differentiation. And I love words and rhythm and feelings, and I am in love with this feeling, this golden sunbeam of

A moment, to and fro, near and far, here and gone. Gone. The hollow, the ache, the battle-cry, dispelled all too readily

Dispersed with a flick of fingers or tongues, suddenly just GONE

Forever, we think. For even if it, I, she comes back, we are different.

Sombre. I’m feeling it.

Like a soul lost, found, and lost again, effortless

This passion for futility

This joie de fucking vivre

This

I don’t even know what it is and that’s the point that’s the point tha…