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"Life is supposed to be difficult," he said taking a long swig for his ornate hip flask, "It’s the struggle against the infinite violence of a universe.” I smiled, perhaps he was right or perhaps he was just an asshole making it up as he went along, but the gravity of his remark struck me unexpectedly. The default to life was indeed struggle, for all life not just intelligent life; why would I be exempt. I didn’t care for the man and his insidious gloat of pomposity. Nothing is absolute, nothing certain, which makes the possibilities boundless. The joy of life is making it from one moment to the next through adversity and earning the things the things people say about you when you arrive at your freshly dug grave carried by those you hold dearest.

Tuesday, 18 December 2018

The Girl of Silver Green

Bitten nails brush the hair from her face.

He can’t stop staring at her eyes, they dip at the end like she’s about to fall asleep and dream in silver green. 

 So he smiles at her and she smiles back.

 A reach through the gap between the isle of the place where people die young but still live long lives.

He tells her his name and she makes poetry with it. Poetry for them to live by.

And he teaches her how to fall in love.

How to dream fiercely.

It's in the language. Scream at the trees just to watch the leaves fall.



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  1. Unknown19 December 2018 at 10:44

    Omg, this is soooo good... makes me want to get back at it.

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  2. Mahmooda Khan-Lowe1 August 2019 at 07:08

    This is such a beautiful piece. You are a maestro with words. Carefree love ... it's purity at its best.

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