Any time I've written something out of true emotion (sadness, angst), right in the moment of it, it has never been praised.
The masses have heard enough about breakups. I was going to continue the list, but that's all it is. The breaking between people you can't imagine apart; the breaking between a man, forty-six, who, just an hour before his heart-attack, had lunch with his wife; the breaking of a collarbone, tripping down patterned red carpet due to sloppy socks.
It's better in the aftermath, when you can think sensibly about it. Someone once told me that I have a talent for being able to view myself, my mind, my writing (something), from a distance. I suppose in the moment all you can really say is
ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccchhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Pouvoir: "to be able to"
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