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2 April 2011 11:17![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skonen_bladesIn times of great changes, there are stories of people catching large fishes, riding meteorites and swallowing entire cities to keep them safe. They are the heros of myth that populate our legends long after the time of trouble has passed. They were regular folk at one point, puffed up into giants needing conflict by the ton just to stay alive, so tall they’re blinded by clouds.
Let’s pull a math blanket out and wrap ourselves in it. We understand the difference between a headstone and a trophy. The most we hope for is that by the time we die, we’ve carpe’d a few diems. We don’t want to join the fishbowl coffin full of name tags that dot the majority of graveyards. We just want to have been here.
I don’t do walks of shame. I do victory laps. I don’t eat my words. I smear them on the walls of my cell. I don’t eat humble pie. I let my throat turn into blackbirds and see how far I can see.
We are vacuum cleaners in mine fields. We lose friends every year. Let’s hug each other before we fall off the edge.
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Let’s pull a math blanket out and wrap ourselves in it. We understand the difference between a headstone and a trophy. The most we hope for is that by the time we die, we’ve carpe’d a few diems. We don’t want to join the fishbowl coffin full of name tags that dot the majority of graveyards. We just want to have been here.
I don’t do walks of shame. I do victory laps. I don’t eat my words. I smear them on the walls of my cell. I don’t eat humble pie. I let my throat turn into blackbirds and see how far I can see.
We are vacuum cleaners in mine fields. We lose friends every year. Let’s hug each other before we fall off the edge.
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