It was one of those flashbang grenades, and it went off somewhere behind my nose. My mind couldn't see straight or make sense of anything it was hearing. I mean, I heard him and saw him, but processing? Nah.
I said the right things, I think, and made the right faces and was generally how I needed to be right then. You couldn't tell by looking at me how hard I was shaken up inside, neat boxes of feelings and thinkings and paradigms in my head tossed around like an earthquake had hit, epicenter: me.
Putting everything back in its place was a chore for later. It was like cleaning your room, a journey of discovery and recovery all in one. How long has this been hiding here? I thought I had thrown it away. This should go in a different place, and this one I want to try on and see how it fits me now.
I'm repackaged, but not everything fit right. Guess we'll see how it goes.
Beautiful simile. I miss you.
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