Again

Whenever you ask the rhetorical question of, “where do I begin?”, the answer is almost always and immediately, “at the start.” But what if you do not remember when it all started, or how? What if you cannot recall the way things began to fall apart in a way that felt as if it were…

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I will dream of you. And look for you on the boat. And I will come find you, find you and bring you to me, and kiss you hard and pull away to see flames fall away from your lips. And then I will wake up and look for you, barefoot and with one eye…