My Diary: Living In A Cellophane Universe

Gerald's Rather Strange Diary

My astral soldier friend is seriously ill.‭ ‬She is curled up like a distant memory and wont take in food or kind words.‭ ‬The boy in me shrunk into the cellophane wrapping a long discarded toy was brought home in.‭ ‬We made plans for future existences in case we parted in the glass eye of the night.‭ ‬As the wrong curtains were brought down on the wrong play I wished we could all live in many times at once as I am not happy about being alone in this one‭ ‬-‭ ‬I wrote this as a pair of shoes climbed the stairs with no feet in them,‭ ‬they paused and then climbed another flight even though there isn’t one‭ (‬I looked to see if there was a pair of gloves coming down but my fantasy and fancy didn’t stretch that far‭)‬.‭ ‬I went to bed with the soldier and we…

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