Lands lost in the seams of a guest room closet. A week of work wasted in a tiny window of waiting. Basal baseballs and gory golf balls expelled from irresponsibility. Then transmuted-- alchemically, like magic-- into hyper-dense trust. And returning to the memory of tomorrow to wait for packages that never come. Packages lined with the disappointing and inevitable realization that the fantasy is better than the reality. And the duality of happiness is only real when shared.
4:42 p.m. - 2022-06-02
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