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Entertaining a Thought

Cormoran Lee
2 min readDec 6, 2022

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I thought I knew how to write, where to go and other basic things until I stumbled over devil’s ankle.

I am going to stop each line this time, since I know at least to breathe a little longer, maybe take a tour in the vacuum I am flying down.

Destinations of where to not go where clear but in fact Einstien’s theories and Darwin dinosaur eggs omelet, I’ll take another espresso before the unknown voyage.

Yes, you’re right, a different generation I was born to, maybe two, maybe three too many maybes and I am taking another shot, while you mirror destiny unmoved rock.

Freestyle was underestimated and edited mirror reflections of filter the none beautiful part of the self, we remove.

Vomiting bags, airport call to get up and do what’s right, please do not refuse it says, it disobeys its own significance I do pack bones.

Excuse me, excuse me not, flight attendant, Addis Ababa what the f*ck, side road motel and you really ask me to turn off my dating app and going to sleep hugging outdated furniture.

Cold mornings, trembling feet, I will be get on the next airplane where I please, or perhaps just walk the talk I never intended to write or speak.

Good morning, customs, I have plenty to declare, carrots or sticks?

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Cormoran Lee
Cormoran Lee

Written by Cormoran Lee

I pour my heart involuntarily into words, since I found that writing is the ultimate solution for a nightmarish sailing journey. I can still connect with you :)

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