34/365 - Hope
If I must die, then bury me at middle C. I’ll pull trains down from the sky and for God I’ll play my best card: my child.
I’ll be a hula-hooping fire hydrant instead of chocolate and flowers for dying women.
“Let’s have a steering wheel bonfire!” I’ll exclaim every morning. “Take the direction you thought you were headed in and throw it in the flames.”
I know my name is More of the Same. I know that black history month and valentine’s day are both in the shortest month of the year.
As any survivor will tell you, to keep from being hunted you can hide amongst the dead. Use those around you as camouflage as a hiding place. It’s hard not to drink the Kool Aid when you’re drowning in it.
I see them giving every halo a trademark, making every soul a subsidiary, giving the illusion of transparency, all the while remembering that a famous author once said “We cannot react authentically if we are concealing the truth.”
An overarching paradigm of tissue paper true love and iron currency. Butterflies and car tires.
Hope blooms brightest in the best fertilizer.
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I’ll be a hula-hooping fire hydrant instead of chocolate and flowers for dying women.
“Let’s have a steering wheel bonfire!” I’ll exclaim every morning. “Take the direction you thought you were headed in and throw it in the flames.”
I know my name is More of the Same. I know that black history month and valentine’s day are both in the shortest month of the year.
As any survivor will tell you, to keep from being hunted you can hide amongst the dead. Use those around you as camouflage as a hiding place. It’s hard not to drink the Kool Aid when you’re drowning in it.
I see them giving every halo a trademark, making every soul a subsidiary, giving the illusion of transparency, all the while remembering that a famous author once said “We cannot react authentically if we are concealing the truth.”
An overarching paradigm of tissue paper true love and iron currency. Butterflies and car tires.
Hope blooms brightest in the best fertilizer.
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