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as the dice fell
more bad than not
Shifting, shaping, shuffling. Settling — then reshaping anew.
I want to do everything horrid in life once, then never again.
Life changed. Time moved in strange directions and I had but a gasp of it.
I was in between the old part of my life that I was reluctant to let go of, and the new, exciting part of my life that terrified me yet drew me in closer and closer.
Both would be lonely in their own way; but if I was to be lonely I wanted to be lonely around spectacular things and fascinating people instead of lonely wishing for things that had gone past and would never be found again.
Like a particle of sand suspended in the narrow waist of an hourglass, I fell from tranquil security towards an unseeable and tumultuous end.
I likened myself to a young James Gatz out on a rowboat in the open sea, the idea of Gatsby close in his heart — just a breath away, waiting for the right current to carry him toward his remarkable future…
Some more things I’m writing: “what about this”
