I Still Went Out
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Saturday. I almost stayed home. Then I went. I don’t know whether that makes sense. Maybe it doesn’t. The mood was different at first because everybody had heard and everybody was pretending not to stare at everybody else to see how they were reacting. Then music started properly and people moved and eventually the room became a room again. I had a good time. There. I wrote it. Somebody died and two days later I had a good time at another party. Human beings are apparently capable of carrying more than one truth without asking permission.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.