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Runaways

When nobody can make you feel better.

And you can’t ignore it long enough to distract yourself.

And there’s no such thing as busy enough to forget about it.

And you just go deaf.

Catatonic.

 

You’re not bored.

You just want to remember you’re alive.

Get higher, board faster.

Turn the music up.

Forget how you got home last night.

Remember falling asleep on the couch so you wouldn’t wake her up.

She hogged the blankets anyway.

 

But you’ve memorized the hills, and the ride isn’t such a rush anymore.

At least not enough to forget.

Your tolerance goes up, you blow out all your speakers.

There’s no one to hog the blankets.

And you’re not sure if that’s how you want it.

So you’re just left with that ringing in your ear.

 

But you always wake up one day and realize you feel it again.

You just have to make it until that morning.

When you wake up, and you’re back.

 

You always come around.

Just hold on.

You’ll come around to save yourself.

It will level out.

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The Third Keeper: Electric Swift

Swift

Things we think we know about a person, relative to what we think we know about ourselves, relative to what we think we know about the world.

Ghosts, judging ghosts, judging dust.

 

So I stopped trying to answer their questions.

Even better, I stopped trying to explain myself to myself.

I built my own monolith in a field.

Mountains from dirt.

Incredible for no reason, and to no person.

 

Winds in any direction still lift, after all.

So tell me, what’s the difference.

Better yet, don’t.

 

 

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