after, it just goes on, the turn doesn’t disappear, the pain never
vanishes, even if you think it can, even if you cheat. It doesn’t ever
really stop. It’s never that easy. Because ‘life’ isn’t a ‘zoom’ word.
It only seems to be.
I drift towards the gift shop, on my way out. A stray gust of
wind from an oncoming storm catches the creaky turnstiles and a
Living is the hard thing to do.
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