by Jason John Bartholomew

Funny. People always schoolin’ me how I’m not the center of the universe, and the world doesn’t revolve around me. Knowing as I do, I respectfully disagree. Such as these, see, sometimes present and sometimes no, are the same as everybody else I know, one of the come-and-go people. But me? I am the constant, accounted and present in every single moment of this experience. Sometimes there’s a you, but always there is a me, and that’s really starting to seem an awfully lot like being the center, actually.

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