Secret Pop

Dec 23, 2002

"Every time that I look at you, I can see the future."

There is comfort in remembrance. Not necessarily reassurance. But comfort. Yes. It is as it was. It is as it wasn't. It isn't anything at all. But it all presses forward and things get left behind. I don't have promises to court or ambivalence to stir into the Christmas drink. Holiday cheer has not eluded me. Failure has not pinned me. I get more out of the moments and less grudgingly. I am unafraid when ordering fizzy drinks. I awoke feeling different. Only just slightly. But enough to notice. Can it be a prison if the doors are all wide open?

Even my dreams are letting me off more easily.

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