Collect Call From Eternity

Don’t think of my heart as an old typewriter that hasn’t written a word in years. I’m just sitting here quietly waiting for Eternity to call. Lately, it’s been ringing me collect, expecting me to have all of life’s answers. I’ve only been able to tell it things like how if you wanna teach your misery to play music, start by chiseling your inner tombstones into trombones. Or how you shouldn’t store your most prized possessions in the cabinet of Dr. Caligari. Or how being drunk with love and drunk while pursuing love are two very different things. Don’t think of my heart as an old typewriter that hasn’t written a word in years. I’m just sitting here quietly waiting for Eternity to call.

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