Monday, November 23, 2015

Spin out of Orbit

Something wasn't right. He knew that much. The old tricks weren't working and he hadn't even realized it until it was too late. He was abandoned, he had abandoned himself. He felt he was entirely to blame, if blame was the point, but he didn't think that it was anymore.

This air. This November air.

He brushed his teeth. He got dressed. He went to work. All outward signs of normalcy, of an ordinary day following ordinary day in an ordinary life in an ordinary time. He wasn't fooling anybody. He was out of step, it came off him like a smell. So this. So now this.

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