Money clings, leaves shiny invisible trails like a leopard slug, erodes crevasses that must be filled with something else when it disappears.
I remember him again and I don't know why. Is this my mind, in its caged state, pacing and looking for more memories to finally scrub free forever?
*There was never a heart to begin with. It only existed to aid respiration, not to love.
why can't we forget people?
Why do we forget the lovely ones?
Music, the other form of transport.
I breathe, and shift, and aim for a little better next time.
*Bazaar Magazine
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