Removal + When someone becomes family.
Radio towers are climbable.
I was reminded today of such a glorious past, years in the past now. I feint the topic, instead, there is something closely related to that. I'm thinking about how someone can gradually become family over time, through anything.
I think about how every awkward meeting or interaction with family, extended or not, increases that domestic, invisible sphere of influence; creating that somewhat sick feeling of being together with someone, or people.
Or maybe it's secretly so divine that I lay in bed, twitching, brain fluid leaking, heart pounding, my eyes replaced with stars, and my heart full of life.
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Look
There was a past I had once.
A past that passed away when I slaughtered it, wiped its my blood and my own on my skin, and engorged myself on each and every banner for which it stood for. This was all very loving.
I'm taking another deep breath, and hoping again that when I open my eyes, I don't have to throw up, that I don't have to keep my voice up as to not worry.
In the face of cradled existence itself, I will keep fighting
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The cosmic snake beckons the weak! We must fight!
Take care of yourselves
- Victoria