Transience

Probability is I might have forgotten how it feels to pine over a good feeling. That wanting sensation for a certain fondness — proximity towards someone who gives warm thoughts and general lightness. Might being the operative word, then it’s also possible that I haven’t completely. Somewhere in the corner of the room, splinters of fondness remain traipsing gently on the floor, faint, like soft footsteps of beloved ghosts.

Side note: Someone sent me a message last night. He said, “Free yourself from unnecessary guilt.” He made sense; I slept for 9 hours.

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About Kenneth Theodore

I translate ethnic slurs. View all posts by Kenneth Theodore

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