slow time has silenced me
fiction
edward w pritchard
Slow time has silenced me. So I have taken to looking for my-self.
First I discovered and acknowledged the other. That was long before I could properly talk. Then Love and betrayal. Ho, hum. And impending Death. Slow, slow time again.
Everything else is just a background hum of the gears quietly turning starting with the dawn.
Look up, look down where is me-self. Categorically missing somewhere in the recesses of my brain.
Thursday, July 6, 2017
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