10.6.21

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Search for perspective on

politeness. No one's promise.

No manners from dinner

tables. Bump into me thinking

about cashing out. Take all

my lonely shit and drop it

in a barren wasteland. I

walk the other way.

On a search for that pretty

stone the one reflecting

sunny breath. Someone to

open up to. They got time for

me. No reason to divulge my

petty bullshit. I'm more comfy

on the phone. Last day

I managed to call.

Today I dropped the ball.

I took the urge, wrapped up

in it and rode it for all

it's worth. On my throne of

laundry. Finishing later. On my

nap grind. 2 hours pass and where

I meant to go can wait. What 

am I saying. My neighbors are in

danger. I don't know em yet I

support them. The right to live on

grass. Wash our skin in concrete

basins. One step closer to

ten thousand years ago. I'm glad

to finish projects that hurt my

soul. Forever more I have a 

token of my broken years.