Dec
14
with such brittle finality the thoughts come, and in that instant it all makes sense. it’s all so simple. you cant put ‘em into words. you cant describe it to anyone. it all just makes sense. not quite as fast as it came, but as surely as you will have to take a fucking piss when you first wake up the morning - the clarity is leaving and normality re-enters your thoughts. much like in that dream where you don’t know how you know, but you know (you keeping up?) all you remember is that one time. for an instant. your whole life made sense.
