We're on the edge..... in a new world or at the corner of an old one. It doesn’t matter. As we sat in our ‘happy place’, all of us had that time. That time out of reality when we sat at the edge of the world. We saw the valleys below us, saw the barbed wire separating us from the real world, and we wondered whether we are inside or outside. "We want to do so many things", we thought as we sat at the edge of the world. The wind felt eerie, and relaxing. It felt like an omen. When I think of it, try to re-create the reel.... it tickles my tummy, seeps deep down my navel, a belly-dance quiver that gives me goosebumps between my thighs.
Now its raining, and we sit indoors.
We need a place to spill ourselves as everything changes and decays as it struggles against time marked by rain and light. We need a place to say what we like, to make mistakes. A world where we can meet ourselves- outside the real world, away from the world of pasted perfect smiles and endless posts. We don't have a plan. We live with this shivering restlessness we can't explain. We need to find what it means. No, we don't. We need it to be there so that there's no turning back.... and there's no jumping forward. We need the chaos to push us and pull us back. We need the thin line of the edge.
the Rheaa-tard
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