Some evenings when the sky turns golden and the clouds begin to lift, you can feel a strange sense of uncertainty as the day peels away and the sky is revealed to be a starry, cosmic emptiness, and you can feel the way the bits of the world are clinging together for dear life, for a sense of validation under the vaulted heavens. You can feel the way stuff swirls around in the air, undetermined, like the dust in the cosmos that isn't yet a comet or a planet or a star, and you begin to think about the way people lean on each other like a vast perfect circle of dominoes, each bearing the weight of the whole human world, a burden of entirety and of infinity. You think about how we place our woes on each other's backs and watch the generations topple with a rattle, and how anguish has been perfectly balanced in a world where we accept one another's grief so they may suffer our own. For in an unblemished world we would have no need for companionship, nor to lift each other from the dirt; life would not be as we know it.
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3 comments:
beautiful post, friend (:
hey dude :) thanks man.
IM MORE THAN A DOMINO DAMMIT!
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