I understand the cruelties of life.
I am fully aware that things happen and that they happen not always for a clear and easy-to-comprehend reason.
Moments pass so quickly sometimes that you can't always grasp the magnitude of what just took place. Later, when the mind has a chance to reassess in quiet reflection, gravity percolates that moment down to the bedrock of the soul where true understanding is more likely to be possible.
But some snapshots in time just remain purely cruel. They never percolate. They remain on your skin and befoul you so deeply that no amount of emotional soap or psychic disinfectant will work.
In those instances, the best you can do is to grasp, digest and move on with the realization that there will be no resolution and that another moment like this one is just down the road.
But seriously, kid. Did you have to wear this t-shirt to the carnival midway?
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Can you hear me now?
Tasty catfish and apostrophes gone wild.
Udders, J. Lo. and Oreo-eating pigs.
Possums and whipped cream.
United we dance.
I think I love you. So what am I so afraid of?