2012-01-15 11:15:32 / …
These waters are impossible to navigate. Strange emotional tensions and eddies spinning spinning spinning, endlessly, out into nowhere. Is this really happening? Or am I imagining this, a pure fiction? Am I asleep? Awake? I shouldn’t be here. Eye contact risks some sort of detonation.
Sleep, finally, and dream of a warren of underground tunnels full of pipes with slowly worsening leaks, the water going from drip to pour to deluge until the concrete halls are flooded, tiptoes barely touching smooth floor, the water at my neck now.
Awake, finally. A note on my hand scribbled in Sharpie: she’s just a person.
I really need to stop drinking.
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