to taste our blood

i think falling down won't let me forget the taste of good posture. and the clench of closed hands. its once we get a taste for all that is lost, that we lose our sense of taste. my shoulders are heavy. my eyes are tired.
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dirty faced boy, emerges from the rubble. with dark brown hair, and tanned, dusty skin. he stares in shock. all is lost. hardly clothed, with a single dirt tear cutting a path of skin down his cheek, he steps over fire and body and a shipwrecked life. extending his arms upwards, his dusty little arms, blood smeared on his left elbow. spreading his fingers wide apart and open towards the sun, in a humble attempt to cut out the sarcastically celestial resilience of the sun. he looks across this former suburb in wonder. a lifetime of memory brought to its knees, by powers he will never know. a mountain of desolation creeps up on him, like an evening shadow, still able to see, but alittle darker, alittle colder. bending down, dirty faced boy pics up a sorry excuse for a picture frame. glass falls, catching the sun. beauty in this terror. looking down at the faces in the darkened dirty picture, the boy remembers. better times and better places. looking down at the faces in the darkened dirty picture, the boy realizes. things are different now. things are bad. loneliness can be overcoming, and in this case, it is. boy places the picture face down, where he found it. sits beside his picture, cross legged. in his heightened emotion, does not fear what is to come. but only fears what has passed. for all that is broken. for all that has been taken from him. for all that is lost. you see, at such an age, boy does not wonder who will now pay his tuition. he does not wonder who will make his lunch for school tomorow. he only feels the instant. the loss at hand. the most pure sense of emotion. of what u feel at the moment of occurance. the best time to cry. the best time to feel.
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rain hardly falls on me any more. i hardly now feel such simple effects. please do not forget how to feel. how to react. i'm still safe. i'm still young. i will find things still.


closing my eyes has not yet become the task i fear it may.