“The breeze is like a shining star, I’d say,” says person one.
“Shining to whom? I’m cold,” Responds two.
“”Winter’s here,” says one.
“I Know,” responds person two.
“How do you know?”
“I told you I am cold!”
“My point exactly!”
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last night i layed down on the bed. I still felt the motion of being hurled up and down all day long, emotional i felt confused. an odd-fit sadness wrapped around me like a garb, i hesitated to throw it off, strangely i wanted it to sit, not knowing if it were mine, or capture from to many visitors summoned throughout the day, tragedy strikes, as it always does, and tears are becoming like the soft mutter of tires against the paved road, unnoticed, too often at the end of days these days episodes will get lodged in my brain as if i hadn’t been there earlier, and just now after sitting i am affected, offended, confused, and silent,i turn to sharing my stories with the wall, until i am drawn here in the middle of the day.
before meeting a girl who realizes that bathrooms are not suppose to be step daddy platform for sex education class,
