My lips aren't afraid, only the words trapped behind them.

[foxtongue]

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I leave today, it makes me feel like the sound of rain on pavement. I wonder if I can hold onto this place. I wonder if when I step on the plane, I'll be able to breathe. I will sit next to a window and consider what options I had while I fly away from here. This was no vacation, this was touching flesh into gold. There was nothing unconquerable, my only pains were usual. Small situations that always start late at night. These streets have transmuted into a home. How did I fall so quickly? How did I let go?

Quietly now, come upstairs. Quietly now.

Every tapestry, when unwoven, will come down to one thread.

I miss you.

If I had the chance today, I would not hesitate to say yes before it was too late. My honour can stand up to life's offers of warmth now that I have vision and the capacity to give up my fighting. I have turned my back long enough, it's not crippling to pull your body into mine and ask you to tell me stories, it just feels like it.

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Uncertainty Principle

[(Anonymous)]

It occurs to me I don't know your flight. I check the YVR arrivals page and I see there are quite a number of Montreal flights in a day.
All I know is you travel today.
While you walked Montreal, I didn't really know where you were going, but I felt like I knew where you were. Similarly, in Vancouver. On this day I have a pretty good grip on your vector but I have no idea where you are.
I'm sure Heisenberg would not have appreciated my sloppy calculation but quatum mechanics is as good a mysticism as any for finding metaphor.
(As for me, I feel like a superposition of both dead and alive waiting to be observed.)
Whether you are in Montreal or Vancouver, on earth, or somewhere between in air, pushed by fire and trailing water (to mix a metaphysic) you will, for me, be in the sky above with each incoming jet I see today.

Re: Uncertainty Principle

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And I remember my bedroom worse than I see it. The movements of the ferret are novel and the homogeny outside depressing. I feel like I'm sleeping, dreaming of an endless pool of something too colourless to taste.

Sorry you're away, else I would insist on breakfast today tomorrow christmas day.