I slowly put the fire out. Like a cigarette smoked to the filter...snuffed out in an ashtray full of dead butts. The realization that I had been keeping at a distance, that up until that moment had only been peeking through the glorious haze I had been existing in...forced its way through like crowd control at a protest. Beating me repeatedly around the head and chest until I was forced to move aside and bow to it. The sorrow that followed that incident was unmatched in my experience of life. Seeping in until it saturated my being and into my bones and blood. There would be no escaping. I was caught in the full grip of reality.
To be continued...
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