Tuesday, April 17, 2018


We are built for loss, we humans. Memory
is what God gave to people when He was
not in a giving mood. The loss of innocence
was a bite of real fruit. We can't be hungry
without it being a sin. Loss of the womb
is called birth. Loss of imagination is called
grow up, will you? Loss of the ability to fly
at will is called the child accepts what is real;
is called what are you going to do with the rest
of your life, for real? Loss of being a nomad
is called real estate. Loss of people is a fact
of real life, accept it, kid. We get it. Every loss
is real. Every loss is real. Every loss is real.

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