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Two letters shout from the screen. UP. Yes, up. Get up, wake up, shut up, step up, mop up, look up. LOOK UP! Makes me wish that I had a gigantic bouquet of helium balloons to float away up into the sky with. Up. When I look back, passed the UP to what else is there in black and white, it is the fire I see, Ablaze in the moment, looking up…. That fire still remains, burning in the depth of my belly, the depth of my soul – but ablaze, the roaring fire like the fire that burns uncontrollably on the west coast of my country, consuming the dead wood, houses, lives, whatever is in the path becomes part of the fire. The land is ablaze. Am I?
I am wandering now through the words, some too small for me to read. The spectrum is laid out before me, merry and agonized, ardent and abusive, placid and harsh, hilarious and grim. My favorite though, hiding under abusive is Lovedbright. LOVEDBRIGHT. I wish that this was as large and bold as UP. That it is not, is maybe the source of the other words that decorate the page – complacent, annoyed, nonchalant, vexed resentment. Why should I be content with the days passing. There is living to be done. Time to live, time to love.
In the center sits Delicate. Life is a delicate balance it is true.
What comes next?
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