Half of everything is chance
From Some Stones Don't Roll
Ficmem at Kindle
Yes it goes on. For a day passed and my heart remains unbroken unless you count that one break so mysterious and weird that it cannot, nah will not, count even as a memory. I could not put the words together to evoke a shred of empathy from you. Whoever you are. It's Saturday. I hear the rustle of papers. She is here my angel my light. Death hangs over our home. Each week some news arrives. He went. She went. We're of that age. A bell is toling, The bell in Herald Square. 1943. I wait on a corner in the rain. The cold East River wind lashes my cheek. I am seven. I do not know what I am waiting for. We have moved. My world is over. I am lost. Nothing beyond this is anything, The lashing wind,
Life. I could live forever. I am a fool. My life has not begun. I am still living backwards and forwards. Now I live now. Harrumph. Get a grip. No Camus Sisyphean angst today. Albert could have made a seraphim out on that beach.
I took a shower this morning. I extended my left leg and lifted it gently over the raised tubside and let the water fall down over me careful to touch the bases and then replace the soap in the dish and exit with similar gentleness. Mindful wondering if my heart was going to break. I do not like to think of such things, Of sad things,. Of the forthcoming gratuitous violence broadcast on Netflix movies. Of the abyss that panic brings. I imagine the edge of the cosmos where the abyss is, the point of no return. A mind is a terrible thing to contemplate when panic is in view. I cannot speak this morning. I cannot speak without complete solitude. I shall go back to playing games. Easy ones that I can win. Quickly. I hate games that I can win slowly, where I must be patient for victory to come. I counsel patience and the freedom of not judging. I tell my followers to love life. I hide nothing. Finally it makes no difference. Half of everything is chance. But chance is always observed.
Some Stones Don't Roll (FicMemOne by Stephen C. Rose) Kindle Edition
Ficmem at Kindle
Yes it goes on. For a day passed and my heart remains unbroken unless you count that one break so mysterious and weird that it cannot, nah will not, count even as a memory. I could not put the words together to evoke a shred of empathy from you. Whoever you are. It's Saturday. I hear the rustle of papers. She is here my angel my light. Death hangs over our home. Each week some news arrives. He went. She went. We're of that age. A bell is toling, The bell in Herald Square. 1943. I wait on a corner in the rain. The cold East River wind lashes my cheek. I am seven. I do not know what I am waiting for. We have moved. My world is over. I am lost. Nothing beyond this is anything, The lashing wind,
Life. I could live forever. I am a fool. My life has not begun. I am still living backwards and forwards. Now I live now. Harrumph. Get a grip. No Camus Sisyphean angst today. Albert could have made a seraphim out on that beach.
I took a shower this morning. I extended my left leg and lifted it gently over the raised tubside and let the water fall down over me careful to touch the bases and then replace the soap in the dish and exit with similar gentleness. Mindful wondering if my heart was going to break. I do not like to think of such things, Of sad things,. Of the forthcoming gratuitous violence broadcast on Netflix movies. Of the abyss that panic brings. I imagine the edge of the cosmos where the abyss is, the point of no return. A mind is a terrible thing to contemplate when panic is in view. I cannot speak this morning. I cannot speak without complete solitude. I shall go back to playing games. Easy ones that I can win. Quickly. I hate games that I can win slowly, where I must be patient for victory to come. I counsel patience and the freedom of not judging. I tell my followers to love life. I hide nothing. Finally it makes no difference. Half of everything is chance. But chance is always observed.
Some Stones Don't Roll (FicMemOne by Stephen C. Rose) Kindle Edition
No comments have been added yet.
