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Brutality in the House of Sight
I was watching the video from my elephant year.
How fast my finger clung to the fast forward button.
The slightest sight of chaton gratuit,
Eliciting a fast forward so lightning quick,
It felt like going backwards.
I burned self portraits like it was the french revolution and I was royalty with them.
My past is rife with brutal uncompromising light and joy.
And I don't want to forget any of it.
Remembering is a sweet pain.
Seeing is like daggers, however.
Bitter as steel.
How fast my finger clung to the fast forward button.
The slightest sight of chaton gratuit,
Eliciting a fast forward so lightning quick,
It felt like going backwards.
I burned self portraits like it was the french revolution and I was royalty with them.
My past is rife with brutal uncompromising light and joy.
And I don't want to forget any of it.
Remembering is a sweet pain.
Seeing is like daggers, however.
Bitter as steel.
Published 21st Aug 2017
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21st Aug 2017 11:52pm
Many things in our past are but painful memories, yet we cling to them, not wanting to forget, but
still not wishing to relive them.
I was thoroughly pleased yet saddened with the presentation of this write.
still not wishing to relive them.
I was thoroughly pleased yet saddened with the presentation of this write.
22nd Aug 2017 1:39am
