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Tonight or This Morning

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Damn, I just feel small. You know, that kind of place you go and stick to the corner. It's your salvation and your curse all dipped into honey. That's who I am right now. I am counting the floor boards trying to hide my dirty barefeet. And I don't even understand how I got here. I mean, you were telling that story about the dog and we were laughing. It was sunny. It was Wednesday. You had me in the waves. And then it just wasn't anymore. I want to get back there by following my empty sweet tea glass down the path. But that's the funny thing about a memory. It has to be past to become one. I just seem to be picking up on it more quickly than I use to.



You know, that time is running a sprint away from me. Away from us all. My boy is to my shoulders and he developed an opinion on how he likes his toast. And my daughter said she doesn't think that fairies and vampires and ghosts are real. I still believe in them. So when we were talking and the stars spun around, I was lost. But I was happy. Although now I realize it was less about my connection to you and more about how I was less alone. No, I felt like someone I used to be. So perhaps it is best I am sitting quiet and still now in my self exile. Like I am waiting to be told to wash up for supper. It's just that for a second, I was the universe. Kind of hard to go back to the corner after something like that.

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Well said my friend... thank-you.

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Thanks as always..

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