Expecting linearity?

Two AM. I stumble out of bed to the dog’s whining. Down the stairs and onto the patio. Fuck! A full moon. A sight to behold. But in my present state it just makes me angry. The why of which I cannot explain.

I ponder this feeling while emptying my bladder upon my lawn. “FREEDOM!” I shout in my best Mel Gibson Braveheart imitation.

I could go on, but the dog’s done and ready to go back to bed. I should to.

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The tips of my fingers are white; I thought they’d be blue. Or maybe they were earlier. Time’s amorphous. Was it only yesterday the fire went out and a brutal chill blew over body and soul? We fucked up babe. Everest was over our head. I know that now. Well that’s what dreams are made of: swirling snow obscuring endings.