A Non-Newtonian Fluid (maddening) wrote,
A Non-Newtonian Fluid

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City lights when viewed from above don't twinkle.
They're constant and solid.
They're the building blocks of city scapes.
They're the only thing that makes the darkened landscape anything more than a mirage.

Everything feels impossible right now. Everything feels wrong.
I'm in a daze becuase there's a spot in my vision where someone belongs and they're just not there.

I did a lot of driving around, I saw a lot of new things... the other coast really is a different world and I enjoyed so much of it.
But the best part of the whole thing was sliding my hand to the left and finding a warm and familiar hand invariably there.

So I'm a little broken right now because I just don't know what to do.
What the hell is my next step?
what the hell are my options?

I need to pull myself out of this blackness in order to see anything besides what I don't have.

I had planned to write up a more full account of what happened while in seattle... but I'm just not up to it at the moment. I have to find that state of mind in order to write about it and at the moment... it's just not fucking there...
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