if these mortal minutes would last forever, i’d walk under the bitter moon with you. i’d walk barefoot through wet grass with you. i’d chew on licorice with you and you know how i hate licorice with a passion. i’d use my compass to find compassion with you. i’d build robots with you and solve math problems with you. i’d glow with you. i’d dance with you. i’d hold hands with you. i’d let go of the world with you.
And this is how it ends.
It’s 4.57 in the afternoon. I’m marking papers and eating really good chocolate cake. My phone vibrates. I have a text message. I look at the familiar number. My heart starts to beat like a freight train. My hands grow clammy and my cheeks burn up. It’s been three months…
I just realized. My friends treat me like I’m stupid. I’m not, I’m actually pretty damn smart. Yes I make jokes. But that is my way of dealing with life. Go ahead and criticize my happiness and misconstrue it for me being stupid. Fuck you guys.
He jokes in the way people from years ago did, like they once were. It’s the harshness of friends you haven’t seen for a while and who knew you once used to mean ‘I love you’ when you said, ‘hello’.
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Intentional Dissonance, Iain Thomas (via silhouettethatcomestome) http://www.amazon.com/Intentional-Dissonance-Iain-S-Thomas/dp/1926760867/ref=pd_sim_b_1 (via officialiwrotethisforyou) |
