it won’t hurt after so long
And the feelings just go and pressurize and people stop asking about time and I’m still left looking for him especially after I’m this bored.
I’ve found so much of him, like reliance napkins we’d call them. He’d doodle something on a napkin for me to pick up and laugh at.
Those don’t go away.
And suddenly plug-in chargers and iced coffee poured in the pot makes me think of everything going on.
What to do.
This is my career.
But formal hi’s have been exchanged in odder ways and life has been strange.
When I got this package in 2016 all I listened to was The Doors, Jimi Hendrix, and Janis Joplin for an xyz totem. And I got social media the first leg fuck. The Internet and The Doors, I should’ve had hindsight knowing it’d getting strange. Strange Days, indeed.
And now all I’m left to polish is my old life is catching up with me. I never thought it would but it did. Youth, my body eats youth to primordially stay alive as long as possible but that doesn’t mean there isn’t pain or being a vegetable thing. So I think of the people who have given me the healthcare to be in this position. So lucky, like dynamite. The 90s went hard as far as these dialects.
In whichever gracefulness, I hope the rain washes it clear. I came to write. Must continue the job 😄
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