sometimes the mind is just in so much turmoil that ideas and questions just refuse to be put together and coagulate into words and phrases. so we brush aside, ignore, escape, until we finally forget. then you come across something, or read something, then wham! the questions come slamming back and there's no breakwater to protect you.
seven floors between
There will always be seven floors between me and oblivion. But I refuse to jump. "Because a little bird told me that jumping is easy, and falling is fun up until you hit the sidewalk, shivering and stunned."--Ani DiFranco, Swan Dive
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