the cold cement wall is my best friend. he's strong and open-minded. when he tells me his stories, i listen. when i've got nowhere to look, i look at him, and he starts to shift and change colour hues. or maybe that was just the effect of clouds passing by.
a day is just a day: cold sunshine and dirty floors. yesterday, after i ate my cereal, i went up to this wall.
i made an inviting hug pose against it, and then i leaned my head back and jolted it forward for a long crack at my eyebrow ridge.
i sat back down and laughed. whenever i touch the crack in my face, i start hearing that laughter in my ears. ringing and ringing.
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Well written article.
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