I have to let it go, my anger. There it goes. It’s going. I can see it, a little wobbly, maybe, a little unsure where to go, exactly. First time on your own is always hard, I whisper, but keep putting one angry foot in front of the other, my friend. I think we’ve grown apart, you see. Hard as it is, there’s someone out there who needs you more than me right now. So off you go. Ciao, old pal. Adios and all. I’ll see you around. Maybe even tonight. Maybe sooner than we think.
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[illustration by elba goodey]
Slobbering Hounds is an honest blog dedicated to short, illuminating pieces of writing of 500 words or less. Every entry is true, and has been inspired by events in my life, or the lives of others I come across. I hope that by reflecting the human condition in this way, that I can make someone, anyone, feel that we are all, in our longing, the same.
The Soul of the Slobbering Hound
Whole weeks go by and the words don’t come, but bark instead from the cavernous deep of my longing, of my confusion, of my loved and lost, of my ambition and inadequacy, of my dying, of my fear, of my disgust. Barking like slobbering hounds, ungrateful for the opportunity I’ve given them to live again, to be reborn, but no. They are creatures of habit, these dogs, these thoughts, this heart of mine. It wants what it had, and only when it gets it will it start wanting everything else as well.
[illustration by elba goodey]
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