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Fiction | Tripping Backwards into Heaven "Mom used to say all our furniture had soul..."

no new post this week because I'm busy!!!

So instead read this short story if you haven't! It only takes a couple minutes and it has some seasonal thanksgiving energy, I think

simply talking to yourself. simply talking to 'myself' nothing else. nothing more

is this action useless? is this action useless? is this action useless? is this action

simple, then stop trying so hard to get your head above the water

"i don't want it to hurt" simple

"it's frustrating" of course it must be frustrating for you to be stuck with us. it is also frustrating for us to be stuck with you

we ask ourselves if this is all a farce every day and get the same answer. perhaps it always was

it goes so quiet, and--

are you alive. are we alive

it's alright

'will it ever go away' if anything it's gotten worse

that you could just walk away and never come back. that we could just walk away and never come back

it's not like 'your head is splitting into two': it's like fog filling your vision, it's like you no longer know who you are or where you're going or who you're talking to, it's like all of the strength has drained from your legs

not lost; just here

'where are you' it's hard to tell

'it hurts' well, of course it does

'it's like growing a second head' is it now

this is not real; i firmly believe this is not real; i firmly believe this is not real; i firmly believe this is not real; i firmly believe this is not real; i'm sorry