Ether

“The lannnnguage of loooove has left me stony gray.  Tongue-tied and twisted at the price I’ve had to pay e aaay.  Dumb hearts get broken just like china cups.  The language of loooooooooooooooove has left me     broken    on the rocks.”  —Annie Lennox

That was yesterday.

Diva (Annie Lennox album)

Image via Wikipedia

And a lot of days leading up to it, admittedly.

One of those turning points, you know, when the universe seems to have blotted your name from the roster. . . the blood barely moves through your veins. . .a bag of that birdshot ingested as if from a dystopian short story.

And so you sit with that for awhile.  You drag yourself from task to task, heart pumping chunks of plastic and acid, stomach turning over and over. . .and the tremors and trembling. . .

If there is an ounce of mercy in this universe, let me evaporate please.  I want to go home.

All the while the friends floating in the ether around you. . .

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