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One of the cats just brought in a dead mouse. *sighs* Ah, the Eternal Cycle of Life, the Wheel which never falters and fuck but I shouldn't read Kim. Um. Yes.

Typing up shit and realising that the DW semi-fic-ish is in a different notebook which is, surprise surprise, in a bag somewhere in the garage. Bollocks.

* * * * * * * *

And there is a way, you understand,
A way to describe
A way to capture, in words,
The essence of a place
Or a person
Or an idea.
It is a turn of phrase,
A creative swivel of the thought process -
A gift, just.
One you do not have.

* * * * * * * *

Self-centred, you imagine
That you are the pattern:
That your experience is that of all
That your thoughts are relevant
Your ideas important:
This is not so.
You will drown in the flood of humanity,
Be crushed under the weight of history,
Disappear utterly
And leave no trace.
You are one in six billion;
One in six children,
And your father forgets your name.

* * * * * * * *

If you were to take that razor -
The one in the cupboard -
And bend back the edge,
You could take out the blade.
Then pull it across your wrist -
Faster, harder, more, please -
And pretend it was suicide.
Pretend you're innocent enough not to know
The right way to do it
And stupid enough
To let yourself be found.
Prepare them.
And cry, and promise
Never to try again.
Because next time,
You'll do it right.

* * * * * * * *

You would rather just sleep,
Turn over and pull the blankets over your head,
Hide from the world for another day.
I sympathise.
You still can't.

* * * * * * * *

"It's not like I'm running away," she said, "it's just... No, wait," she said, "It's exactly like. I'm running away. Except, I'm walking."

* * * * * * * *

Albatross

If you could fly -
Spread your wings and soar,
Ride the thermals and air-currents,
Go anywhere, see
Anything you wanted,
Skim close over the land
Or go so high you could hardly be seen -
If you could fly,
Would you ever come down?

* * * * * * * *

Because, you see, it doesn't really matter.
Because history will follow its path
And you will have no effect on it.
Perhaps you will effect change,
In a strictly localised manner,
But on the whole
And in the long run...
You're nothing.

* * * * * * * *

That last one was probably inspired by a Pratchett novel I read while away - Thief of Time, I think - which suggested that it didn't matter if alternate histories formed due to time travel because they would end up in the same place. Or something.

Gah. Guh. And gah.

I just went through adding fic entries to my memories. I write an awful lot of shit.

Yawn.