mictlan

Do you remember that time when we barely knew each other, and every word exchanged was undiscovered country?

On Saturday I contemplated death, and not my own. I thought about the death of someone I love, and I thought I heard it come a little closer.

On Sunday I contemplated loss, and not my own. It isn't good to feel other people's pain too deeply; this pain belongs to them. To feel it myself is like theft.

On Sunday I tried not to think about what it means to have less left to lose, every day.

On Monday I wound up my watch, for the first time in months. Now I carry time on my wrist like a weapon.

posted by: mictlantecuhtli at 02:07 | link | comments (13) |

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