Could we try to do it another way? After a break is a good time to be new. For example, we could remember mowing the lawn before breakfast, we could sit on the porch and listen to the rain.
New sentences then? Maybe a mystery, maybe a poem. We can make meaning any way we want to or can we?
It's all Barthesian bullshit, Lacanian dross, etc. Science degrees do not abound here yet I still feel insecure. In the clouds, Emily Dickinson, then the Buddha with his head between his knees.
Laughter amidst cake crumbs, that particular joy. Your sentence fragment is my dyed thread. The dog slept soundly, nearly not breathing, and I wondered again at the ache in my belly, what it might possibly signify.
You'll die in a similar way, God promises. Sometimes - as now - you just have to move forward, one word after the other, and let the sentences figure themselves out. I like writing and you do too, it's why we're both here right now, this way.
Used yogurt containers filled with blueberries then carried downstairs to the freezer. You bumped against him and he smiled and though it hurt - and it did hurt - I recognized the obvious love and was happy for you both. A kid who died in the war, another who forgets to take his meds.
What a maze! What I mean is, we are all dolphins on the inside.
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