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When Everything Met No One

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I wasn't waiting for much.  I kicked the dirt and chewed my lip, I may have even paused, but I wouldn't wait for nothing or no one.  


And the clarity comes in sparse fragments.  Cursed to glimpse the grin of an ever-grinning ghost.  Those taffy lips tensing muscle beneath sweet, sweet moisture.

I dream when I don't notice I'm sleeping.



With all the little pieces, unattainable moments clogging my consciousness with vivid detail.  
"oh here you go, you can have this"  

First it was raven hair, insomnia, and poetry.  He was eternal and affable, mutating my molecules with discrete immensity; influence rerouting neurons.  And then there was the ecstasy, late night phone calls, and the brightest star in a midnight sky.  I was the one with iceberg eyes and incurable curiosity; consciously detached and utterly enthralled.

I was everything and no one.
I started writing this in September, perhaps to expunge frivolous details I could no longer afford to keep.

No One sorta used to be my nickname, and then one day Some One took No One and made her into Everything.


(this is part two of a three piece)
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FirmAsRock's avatar
It's like watching yourself withdrawing but the mind keeps getting drawn back in.