He said: I´ll always get up again. Up on my feet, walk a few miles. With broken teeth and bruised knees.
Nonetheless I´ll walk a few miles more. The pain never lingers, stays for a couple of weeks and the goes traveling again, til one day it sits on my doorstep and cries to let him in. And of course I always do, I will always do that. He is like a child to me, I have to take care of him. And when he is gone again, he writes me postcards and letters on faded paper to assure me of his return. Smiling and knowing, that he will always be there for me, content still, that I won´t see him for a while. I never write back, I never write back.
R. M. Parkner On my pain in The Work of Saturn
Nonetheless I´ll walk a few miles more. The pain never lingers, stays for a couple of weeks and the goes traveling again, til one day it sits on my doorstep and cries to let him in. And of course I always do, I will always do that. He is like a child to me, I have to take care of him. And when he is gone again, he writes me postcards and letters on faded paper to assure me of his return. Smiling and knowing, that he will always be there for me, content still, that I won´t see him for a while. I never write back, I never write back.
R. M. Parkner On my pain in The Work of Saturn
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