you left because you thought my life was so fucking good
Well, it wasn’t
It never is
It will never be
But today the sky was so fucking blue, it was surreal, teal, aquamarine
I sliced a piece of blue
I can’t ever stop it
That friend death felt bigger than this blue
And I can’t stop it
We are all broken, angry, fearful and sad
We love a little it becomes a Lot
Not on purpose just like this blue
Softly weeping about a time that never was.
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It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
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Hauntingly beautiful.
So relatable! Very well-written!
I loved this so much, so stark and powerful—I could feel your pain.
Oh, ouch 💔
This hit me so hard. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️