That Fucks Everything Up

The more the days wear on, the less they feel as if they’re wearing on.  It’s exciting, intoxicating and deceptive.  I’m trying to squelch my imagination and savor the things that I don’t have to dream up, to bask in what is.  But the flip flop of my stomach at certain phrases just makes me need things that I dare not ask.

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