Now I can see him, in the corner of my eyes. He’s so big that it’s
like seeing a forest in your peripheral vision.
He’s tall, too, and he’s like liquid. A little of him is everywhere,
and it’s all pooling around me. I’m drowning in him.
I shouldn’t have gone to the forest. Or I shouldn’t have left. Or
I shouldn’t have started this whole blog in the first place.
My roommate’s name was Ben. I can see his face in my mind’s eye. I
can see all of them, impaled on the branches.
I can’t keep doing this.
Goodbye.
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