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20/03/01 Every day, as it collapses, leaves behind debris that become too cumbersome for me to bear. When I tire of feeding minutes to the hand, and possibilities to my brain, I lie amongst my dandelions and erase everything. Everything. So when the alarm pierces my dreams the next morn, no half-stale thoughts linger or drive me to my pencil and paper. I love being embedded in my dandelion sheets. Pillowless, they stretch out empty on all sides. Nothing beats the feeling of elbow room. |