Wednesday, November 25, 2015

roadweary

faint smile wrapped within denuded torrents of honest exhaustion, there can be no more than this, forced issues falling against false starts, panicked to numb to happy, it rose up like falling rain, like morning dew coalescing, how did it come to this? a long series of bad ideas? movement, movement, movement: the wings and lead of non-itinerary, the binding chains of freedom?

numb and bleary but near contentment? it is enough. it has to be.

soft smile, remembering the cow as she decided whether or not to ruin our day

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