I’ve had the same headache for a week. It’s sunny. The effort is there. She thinks it’s funny, my devotion to the void. She thinks it’s amusing the hours I spend throwing words and pictures at that same open pit.
We spent last night mimicking photography. I froze a small portion of Orion as she tried to find the north star. I’ve had the same headache for a week and she thinks it’s funny, my devotion. When last we left, it was dark, and the promise of clouds was the promise of today. She’s somewhere, right now, smiling, and I’m worshiping at the feet of the void. I’m tapping out the codes to sent some help, some cosmic intervention. And she’s over there, taking fake pictures of me, waiting for the end of today’s sacrifice.
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