At some point in my youth I became good at "accepting my fate" instead of "affecting my future." These things are very different, and this isn't a poem, it's a thought, and an important one at that. The person in the tower, vs. the person climbing the tower. What does each sound like? One looks out the window and sighs, and one grunts while reaching for the next handhold.
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Soaking up the rain and whipping spit of the waves, as he stood next to the ocean of my memory, a fire hydrant in a red windbreaker, glaring...
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"Well...that was dramatic." I didn't know what he meant until I saw the ink spilled everywhere and the moths in her hair like ...