the silence is getting to me.
i don't recall what i did before. time out. what did we do when given time outs? we went crazy. we thought it was stupid and capricious and foreboded a lifetime of control. we sat and counted our eggs. we waited until our sentence was over. we're still waiting. i guess a silent retreat is assuming silence for one's self, a silence of one's own, an egg space in a time out of control.
remember the eggs we had to carry like babies? oh, maybe that was just the girls. the eggs have their own silence and their shape is a perfection of silence and they're so fragile. we got tired and careless. we dropped our eggs. who said we wanted babies? they weren't viable anyway. guilt and secret glee.
the silence is getting to me.
i don't recall what i did before. time out. what did we do when given time outs? we went crazy. we thought it was stupid and capricious and foreboded a lifetime of control. we sat and counted our eggs. we waited until our sentence was over. we're still waiting. i guess a silent retreat is assuming silence for one's self, a silence of one's own, an egg space in a time out of control.
remember the eggs we had to carry like babies? oh, maybe that was just the girls. the eggs have their own silence and their shape is a perfection of silence and they're so fragile. we got tired and careless. we dropped our eggs. who said we wanted babies? they weren't viable anyway. guilt and secret glee.
the silence is getting to me.
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