I could still hear the voice jabbing in my ear, could still feel the sting of it even now:
“Write me something that makes sense of all this! Write that love of yours, so I can really feel it, even with the world the way it is!”
“Me?”
“Yes, you with the big heart… Show me.”
I couldn’t hear this overgrown heart of which they spoke. I couldn’t hear much at all beyond a noisy world’s assumptions, feeding each other down familiar roads. So I staggered off towards a place too far for me to walk…
a place to which no trains are running anymore…
a place that now seems to exist only in the fevered storm clouds of my imagination –
and I still didn’t know what to say.
Wherever you stand, the world flows with atrocities.
Wherever you stand, smiles are a hair-trigger away from dying.
Wherever you…
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