We let our guard down and look around wide-eyed and wondering what\u2019s going to get us in the degenerate darkness that we find ourselves stumbling around in. It\u2019s an unfamiliar feeling. Different and distant from what we\u2019ve experienced before. The minutes race by as we look at and past each other and wonder why we ended up where we did.<\/p>\n
\u2014<\/p>\n
Sit down. Silence. Listen to what the speaker has to say. Those were the rules when I went to church. You could say those were my intentions, as well, for five minutes of the sermon. But inevitably, my thoughts degenerated to musings less pure than the worship of His Holiness. As my pencil drew spirals on the timeline, I closed my eyes and tried to think of the color black. Memory Flashes. Memory frozen. Memory frames.<\/p>\n
\u2014<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to degenerate you,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that even mean?\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cHa.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShut up. You\u2019re being stupid.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014<\/p>\n
Degenerate. Corrupt. Impure. Debased. Degraded. Vitiated.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve never known anything to be absolutely free of these.<\/p>\n
Pure. I guess it\u2019s always associated with white. With this innocent glow that knows nothing, but isn\u2019t it easier to conceal and overlook in darkness? I would rather hide in a black room than a white one. In a dark one, not a light one. That\u2019s where I would go. What I would think if I wanted to get away.<\/p>\n
\u2014<\/p>\n
This man had two hearts and one big smile. At parties his friends would often joke with him about the extra heart. They told him he was a nice guy. That he could love more. That he could run faster than Secretariat. He smiled at these prods, which he had endured for a decade now, and always responded by saying he was waiting to meet the right woman. Then he\u2019d give her his heart. Or both his hearts. He hadn\u2019t really figured out how this joke worked, but he chuckled and everyone around him laughed because they were drunk and the barrier to laughter had long since degenerated. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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