This is rolling with the blow; that I not set myself up for a second one because the pain is still there, real and pulsing. And also not to deny anything that has been and for anything that still lingers. I go home to the night again, and the rains are finally coming, perhaps there is hope for me yet. There is nothing more difficult to the body than the relentless sun and a restless mind. It is with a reasonable perhaps that I surmise that perhaps June has finally faded to this month. I always wondered when that would finally happen. I have to wonder again if that would also mean being unstuck out of that moment I have been in for ages.
This also means that I can stop the world again if I wanted to. Anytime.
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