Every day I feel a little less here, feel a little less real. Fading away but I don't know to where. Feel like I'm looking at the memory of colors, trying to remember what food tastes like. There's dust all over everything, even my eyes.
Pretty soon I won't even cast a shadow.
Today I walked out the door into the damp ghost of an afternoon on Nova Scotia that happened before I was born, but I did my errands anyway and it almost felt real for a while. Feeling like I could have stayed home and phoned this whole lifetime in.
And then I remembered you'll be here tonight!
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