If I had not written what I had yesterday, and not thought about the people I was thinking about, would I have still been pierced later that same day by the sight of my ex-fiancee, more beautiful than ever, literally reading a book at a table by herself in the middle of the street, long dress flowing in the breeze? Would I have had to hang my head low as I did not break pace? Watch my spirit crash into the windows and walls like a bird caught in a burning room?
Fuck man what the hell. What do you even do with this.
*
Just.
Endure.
That.
Is.
All.
The.
Universe.
Can.
Ask.
For a little while.
--JL
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