I’ll draw it on the back of this receipt to show you what I mean. On the left is me, and on the right is you. We’re pretty close together, right?
Right, we are, if we had hands they’d probably be tangled.
Now above my head is my mind. It’s right there, that scribble.
Now your scribble, your mind… it’s all the way over there.
Yes, your body might be here, but your thoughts are far away.
They are right here, inside here, right now.
But they aren’t. They really aren’t.
I don’t know what to say.
And now you know why.
This is a sailor. A turtle sailor.
I think. Do you think?
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Already I miss the sea
Already I miss the sand at my feet Continue reading
Something to think about depositing all that waste.
IBS just flushes all that time away.
*click* *click* *click*
*swipe* *swipe* *swipe*
Not even any tears
*twirl* *twirl* *twirl*
That’s it! That’s that! It’s good to see you’re finally being a man.
*crunch* *crunch* *crunch*
is the bus timetable.
Without it, just where would I be?
With it just how can I disobey it?
And so life revolves around numbers and cards.
It might be ‘just’ something, it might be not what you’d hoped.
But it’s something.
And now I’ve lost that limbo.
After seventeen months, a new record.