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'Poof!' That's what it sounds like in my mind when people disappear; when you no longer get to see them you no longer get to know them because you no longer exist to them. 'Poof!' Like magic. A great Houdini act. Black magic. Witchcraft. 'Poof!' In that puff of smoke that billow and wisp and dissipate before my mind's eye I see the strands snap, one by one, in the heat. My thoughts race through galaxies at a speed to beat sunlight from reaching the earth first. 'Was it easy to just disappear?' 'Just like that?' 'Why?' 'What did I do wrong?' 'Why is it always me?' 'Was I not worth at least word? Not even the effort of a breath?' I used to think that that all had mattered, that I wanted all those important answers to all those petty questions until I realized that it might be too late... I froze in horror at the smell of smoke of a fire that had been spreading, crashing down all around me in waves of liquid fire that looked cool as ice. My bridges were burning. I didn't know I had lit a torch.
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Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 3:02 PM UTC
Smoke
'Poof!' That's what it sounds like in my mind when people disappear; when you no longer get to see them you no longer get to know them because you no longer exist to them. 'Poof!' Like magic. A great Houdini act. Black magic. Witchcraft. 'Poof!' In that puff of smoke that billow and wisp and dissipate before my mind's eye I see the strands snap, one by one, in the heat. My thoughts race through galaxies at a speed to beat sunlight from reaching the earth first. 'Was it easy to just disappear?' 'Just like that?' 'Why?' 'What did I do wrong?' 'Why is it always me?' 'Was I not worth at least word? Not even the effort of a breath?' I used to think that that all had mattered, that I wanted all those important answers to all those petty questions until I realized that it might be too late... I froze in horror at the smell of smoke of a fire that had been spreading, crashing down all around me in waves of liquid fire that looked cool as ice. My bridges were burning. I didn't know I had lit a torch.
3am thoughts.
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Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 3:02 PM UTC
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