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the past how frightening *(i got to thinking too hard today this morning driving by my past)* the thought that what we call tomorrow will soon be what we call an elusive yesterday *(choke your way through asthmatic games of dodgeball and forward rolls on blue gym mats friday midnights of twirling and swirling through some bb-gun pockmarked plate glass reflection of the lonelier girl you used to be)* that the moment we put a thought down on a page is the moment it no longer holds control *(drown in the square idea of blue glasses of water under your chair and a thousand and one calibrated mistakes a one-millionth of a light-year distilled to a drop of sweat)* because it's just plain gone and nobody can get it back except in retrospect *(i think i spent a lifetime of ten and twelve a.m's sliding over the worst of your tiles but ten and twelve a.m. are very different times and that was a very different lifetime ago)* growing up is the worst when it's done in the worst ways a childhood to exist and a lifetime to forget.
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Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
lifetimes
the past how frightening *(i got to thinking too hard today this morning driving by my past)* the thought that what we call tomorrow will soon be what we call an elusive yesterday *(choke your way through asthmatic games of dodgeball and forward rolls on blue gym mats friday midnights of twirling and swirling through some bb-gun pockmarked plate glass reflection of the lonelier girl you used to be)* that the moment we put a thought down on a page is the moment it no longer holds control *(drown in the square idea of blue glasses of water under your chair and a thousand and one calibrated mistakes a one-millionth of a light-year distilled to a drop of sweat)* because it's just plain gone and nobody can get it back except in retrospect *(i think i spent a lifetime of ten and twelve a.m's sliding over the worst of your tiles but ten and twelve a.m. are very different times and that was a very different lifetime ago)* growing up is the worst when it's done in the worst ways a childhood to exist and a lifetime to forget.
Copyright 8/11/16 by B. E. McComb
#sad#depression#anxiety#growingup#past#childhood
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be-mccomb
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Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
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