Past Lives
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There are two kinds of people in the world.
The first goes outside at 1am on a clear November night, crackling forest on all sides, headphones blaring Past Lives firmly clamped over her ears, breathes in the sky and the potential. Everything is starlit, literally and figuratively: the world is in place, is kinetic, is everything she was worried it couldn't be again. And as she throws her arms up and raises her eyes, a single shooting star flashes across the sky.
The SECOND person is well fucking aware that literally no one is going to believe this shooting star story, but the arm-throwing wasn't about that anyway ----- it was part of a chaotic, frenetic dance that no one can see because no one is supposed to see it; a dance inspired by a fuckton of history and even more possibility ------ but, excited by this cliche of a fucking moment, the dance gets wilder and she rolls her friggin ankle over and trips and slices open her toe on a stick.
Guys there are two kinds of people in the world and I am both of them. Sometimes in the space of one song.
yeah yeah my toe's fine DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT sigh. Poise and grace just ain't my thing.
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