Muse,
They told me not to get attached to the boy in the black hat. 'They' being the voices inside my head that speak up more frequently than I would like to admit (they're just paranoid); this isn't psychosis. This is simply an internatlized conflict because I can't seem to not be attached. You said it felt like we were just getting to know each other and I'd have to say I disagree, we were simply brought together over a tragedy and I all I really know about you is that you do - sometimes - get attached to biological things too.
I know you promised to tell me your story too, and while I don't see you as a liar I see you as someone who's too fond of time, will you even realize before it's gone? It will be a mistake, but it's a very real possibility, what if we're just waiting for the go ahead,
what if there isn't one?
Carrillo

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muse
Non-FictionPre-love and post-trauma, a collection of letters dedicated to the one and only captain of this sheet metal ship, K.G. Non Fiction: #111 Short Story: #283 © Papyruspoet 2014.