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Murderer, There's Blood Upon Your Shoulder
It feels as though months have gone by since the last time I realized I was a person living and breathing, thinking thoughts and creating a habitat. The last time I was smacked with that was, oh, fall or so? I remember walking downtown with a kid from class and suddenly looking around and being like "Gee, I really do live here and my! I have my very own life! Under my control!" then feeling overwhelming happy with myself, the kid and the city. That was also the day I got chlamydia.
Then the week went by, then the month. Now I'm here in January wondering if I'm still a living, breathing, thought thinking habitat maker. Without being in school, there aren't a lot of thoughts being thought and with a serious boyfriend, there isn't much of my own habitat left. I'm breathing, I know that much. I discovered that while experimenting with a small mirror. And, well, with breath comes life I guess.
Readers, do you ever forget or lose that sense of being a real, live action human being?
It feels as though months have gone by since the last time I realized I was a person living and breathing, thinking thoughts and creating a habitat. The last time I was smacked with that was, oh, fall or so? I remember walking downtown with a kid from class and suddenly looking around and being like "Gee, I really do live here and my! I have my very own life! Under my control!" then feeling overwhelming happy with myself, the kid and the city. That was also the day I got chlamydia.
Then the week went by, then the month. Now I'm here in January wondering if I'm still a living, breathing, thought thinking habitat maker. Without being in school, there aren't a lot of thoughts being thought and with a serious boyfriend, there isn't much of my own habitat left. I'm breathing, I know that much. I discovered that while experimenting with a small mirror. And, well, with breath comes life I guess.
Readers, do you ever forget or lose that sense of being a real, live action human being?