the
darker the place the tinier the speck of light needed to completely change
perception. a few of the holes i carry in my swiss cheese soul were made opaque
recently, filled with the malleable clay of a good friend. working that familiar but still fresh loam
through my fingers helps me forget about the other pieces of me that remain
absent. i hope they will also be filled
one day. those jagged-edged frames of
emptiness are a real eyesore.
You don't even like cheese.
ReplyDeletethat makes it pretty unlikely i'll eat my own soul if stranded somewhere. plus that would be unfair to life, which in all honesty started eating it first and seems to love the taste.
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