71/365 Another Steve
We slipped in and out of this and that dark room, feeding off each other’s needs like vampires, wrapped always in borrowed sheets. After four years of this, he knew when to say, “You’ve grown out of me.” I had. I was almost 20.
posted by Indigo Bunting at 5:33 AM
5 Comments:
I love your posts, and tell me if I'm wrong but there seems to be more than one image of you darting through hallways (possibly partially clothed?) in the the plasma of the cosmos' collective memory...
Have you looked into that metaphor ?
;-)
LOL! I will definitely look into that metaphor. Perhaps I can incorporate it into more of these. There is no question that my years pre-20 involved a lot of darting and secrecy...
After 4 years it must have been hard to find people who would still lend you their sheet. :-)
mm: maybe I'd just gotten too big for sheets!
I read this and thought "darkroom", wondering why there were sheets there. Oh. Dark. Room.
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