A few more moments of oblivion
before facing it all.

They expected nothing, for which they were grateful.

I know where this is going.

God, not as an entity, but a mental position affording consciousness safe navigation of reality.

He received the crushing news with a resignation born of decades of unrealized hopes.

The present you’ve ignored becomes the past you cling to.

Life slips through your fingers and comes back together somewhere else. You’re God-intoxicated. Or maybe just intoxicated.

Sunday morning: half dead but fully alive.

I have a particularly ugly shirt reserved for days when I feel particularly ugly.

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