I'd forgotten how often we saw Magritte (colubra) wrote,
I'd forgotten how often we saw Magritte
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'We just can't have nice things'

So. What the fuck is it with December, me, claddagh rings, and breaking or vanishing? Last night I was tapping my finger on the edge of my desk and heard click-click-clickt.
A frown.
I took the ring off, and the little gap where it was sized up? it snapped along that weld.

Late December, 2001: lost the claddagh ring's predecessor in a restaurant. Never to be seen again.

And I'm sitting here in my room looking around and feeling like half the world's broken or damaged in some way, and it's broken or damaged because I had SOMETHING TO DO WITH IT. I know blaming myself for the decayable state of the universe is neurotic, and I move on with my life, just sorta shrugging at the reaction.

But I still wonder what the hell it is with me and claddagh rings and December.
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