There was a time when he understood his thoughts, no matter how abstract, logical or emotional they were. He would savor these insights on how to be happy before filing them away in his mind for the rainiest day.
When the filing cabinet of his mind became a closet, he couldn’t recall. A closet overflowing with disassociations: this candle with no wick, that orange bone, these sharp feathers. Time danced as he sifted through them.
So much paraphernalia, until the grass grew indoors, taller than him. Swaying, he clamored for a lawnmower that no one could find.
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It’s a stunning piece of writing. I particularly enjoyed the part where you say
“….until the grass grew indoors, taller than him.”
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Thank you, Aishwarya. I am glad you enjoyed my story.
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beautiful
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Thank you paper shots. What a lovely monicker.
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Thanks 🙂 sums up what we do in a way…
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What a sumptuous picture you’ve chosen for my story, guys. Thank you.
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This is a fantastic piece. I especially like the ending.
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Love it 🦋
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