![]() ![]() Necessary cookies are absolutely essential for the website to function properly. There was nothing under my skin but light.īut now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,įrom Sailing Alone Around the Room by Billy Collins, published by Random House, 2002. It seems only yesterday I used to believe It is time to say good-bye to my imaginary friends, This is the beginning of sadness, I say to myself,Īs I walk through the universe in my sneakers. ![]() You tell me it is too early to be looking back,Īnd the beautiful complexity introduced by two.īut I can lie on my bed and remember every digit.īy drinking a glass of milk a certain way.Īt seven I was a soldier, at nine a prince.Īnd my bicycle never leaned against the garageĪll the dark blue speed drained out of it. Or the headaches I get from reading in bad light. I’m not sure if I’m making sense right now. I’m having one of those moments wherein I feel the weight of everything and yet I don’t particularly care, because I am bored, and thinking about things makes them old, like stale, like how you shouldn’t really touch them because of the risk of spoilage, like how your fingers can stain such fragility because your skin sustains biased perception. Had my photos developed, which was pretty much the highlight of my day. Then I was left alone to wander by myself for two hours. ![]()
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