that old victorian mansion again

deprive my dreaded digital life and spend time playing charades with my ghost friends.  isn't funny how i can't tell the color?

And the sticky part of a shadow self and a shadow family played a melodrama mourn, homage to those who were being old while the others were being young. We never knew how hard it was going to be, or at least, we never anticipated it would be this revealing.



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things have been hard, but we're driving sitting next to one another, so we're still together.  we turn a corner and on the horizon is the most amazing cresent mooon hanging hooked on to the tallest skyscraper at dusk.  the sky is orange and there are 4 full pink moons visible in the distance.  you gasp and grab my hand and for a moment we are united bodymindandspirit. you pull over so we can get a good pic.

i can't get my phone out of my pocket, but that's okay, the pictures are never in my phone when i wake up anyway (though i always very much wish they would be).  we leave as quickly as we came and drive into parking garage to meet your friends, i am looking at the fading scene through the pillars of cement, finally capturing the last moments when things become a bit more blueish gray.. and an airplane flys too too low over head, and people are yelling and the plane is dropping nitrous on the crowd below, and i capture it, perfectly above the moon, hooked to the skyscraper, with the four full moons behind, i get the perfect picture.  so they'll know what happened. and i run back to my truck, which you're driving, but you leave too soon, so i can't reach. and you have to go on without me.