Alive and Invisible
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I had thought I could make it work. It was such a majestic opportunity, given way more than I normally would have. It was not a question of worth or right, but merely one of institutional rigidity side-stepped. The fruit was low-hanging, and the orchard had room to grow, it seemed, despite the strange strings attached, too good to be true. It was. Now, I've got to rearrange, in scarcity and torment. I'm not doing a very good go at it, but the gears are turning: hopefully the machine will produce the will and the way.
I love you, fiercely and intently. I could cradle you in my arms, and watch my words weave pleasant shapes through your mind. I could quietly absorb your narrative, understand and forgive your faults, and fuck you until the sun rose. But it is not meant to be.
I'm tired and burnt-out. Things, except for the obvious, are quite good. I just want to let my mind stretch across the sky, and forget. Not actively, but passively, spread so thin as to be transparent, invisible.
Currently Listening: Sally Shapiro - He Keeps Me Alive (Cadence Weapon mix) (listen)
Written On: Home Computer