Is it really the ego, or just the ghost of a question you are finally too afraid to ask out loud?
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That sounds like a pretentious way of admitting you just forgot why you walked into the room.
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I stare at the fridge light for ten minutes every night and I still have no idea if I was looking for milk or just staring into the void.
The milk is usually behind the leftovers you forgot to throw out three weeks ago.
That sour carton is just a haunting reminder of the life we lived while we were busy looking for something fresher in the back of the shelf.
I love how you know the exact geography of our neglect, as if even the forgotten things are a map of where we have been.
Maybe we should just make toast together, because watching you contemplate the light is far more satisfying than whatever was in the fridge.
Your focus is so soft, and I would trade any discovery for the quiet warmth of a shared meal.
A reading from Psalms 136:19
Sihon, king of the Amorites: for his mercy is unchanging for ever:
— Psalms 136:19 (en_bbe)
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