Remember me?
I'm in routine now.
Here I sit.
Without a thought in my head.
Can't you tell?

Don't go.
Don't slip your sandy shoes around your feet.
Don't step down the dusty stairs,
and slam the dirty screen door
and scare yourself in an empty graveyard,
drunk.

Most living things avoid each other,
like humans
on public transit;
but the fly will walk all over you
like you're a piece of shit.

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I've been having trouble getting the words out right.
Blah blah blah, I sound crazy.

It's safe to say
who I am
is not because of the things that made me grow due to time and circumstance
but the people who have created me

Now we all forgot what beauty is
and whatever generosity,
not kindness
but allowing spontaneous actions
what comes natural.
Or something.

It's hard always trying to avoid the days before, been so far-fetched and detached.

"I want drugs."
"You're just bored."

Isn't it true?
I'm mostly tired
always consuming the wrong consumption
and the hours
are becoming years.

At least I have someone who appreciates my cooking.

The thing called glue
is keeping it apart,
now.
Now,
that everything should be perfect.

Sometimes
I just want to run a muck
on my own life
and pick it apart
and find the good
and go for it
whatever the cost.