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Sometimes what a person needs to say
has been locked away so long that
they forget what it was that was so important to begin with.
Was I ever different than now? " Sure you were, remember that time when..."
But no, I really don't remember that time when...
or the time after that
or the time after that.
I've about decided that all the hype
about alien abductions may set me down a path
I'm not quite prepared to be on.
Yes! That's it!
I have once again self-diagnosed myself accurately
But...wait, shouldn't someone be looking into this type of thing?
What the hell. Meh. Another day. Another week. Another month.
Dammitt to hell why does time move so fast?
Would slower be better?
Nope.
Blocks of time, or maybe I should call them "LuAnne's Event Horizons "
vary so much in location, situation, infatuation,
How could one person so unsuccessfully
attempt to reinvent themselves over and over
and still find so much humor in the bizarreness of life?
I digress...
It can be scary the first time
you realize how attractive yet terrifyling lonely diversity can be
Especially if you grew up in B.F.E.
There ARE days when I wake up
and for a few seconds feel my reality
Fortunately that state is replaced quickly
by one of my many guises, delusions, call them what you will...
I have mentally created for myself.
Learning to adapt to things on a grand, grand scale.
Copyright © Luanne Pratt | Year Posted 2014
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