Hide so I don’t have to

I won’t show you mine since I know what’s happening to yours. I can’t win the game when you one-up-me with dead relatives.   And no–one can do this job. No– one can do this. I ask a question you avoid: sex, drugs, fresh compliments, and hobbies, anything but   truth is cliche, passe, pessimistic smoke clouding my judgement, persistent and consistent fights against the hold of what was held.   Always inevitable, always tragic. Always predictable untimely magic. Always deniable, though we’ve all had it. Familiar faces are the ones that blacken.   so I become more unfamiliar, immaterial, … Continue reading Hide so I don’t have to