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August 25, 2016


On some days

weary eyes and bleak light, chirping birds and non-stop chatter about clothes and last night’s party

I imagine an empty room instead

a child chases a butterfly while his mother calls on him, his hands outrun his feet, he falls and cries

an old couple moves slowly with hands behind their backs, looking at buildings, reminiscing

a hip smiling couple sucks off energy like a black hole, sun shines on beautiful green eyes

wish I had glasses to hide my prying eyes, I close them and cross the road

a bike moves towards me, I let it steer away, I walk close to walls, silence connects us

we eat, shit and sleep

numbing the One