Cars roll on and on and on and on and on and
then I’m one of them.
Two fans blowing cool air in contradictory motion feeds no peace.
Instruments about;
neglected and forlorn, blue.
But the view is nice.
Took the morning off,
to think and to be and breathe.
Wind: dictionary.
I’ve always believed
my life, sadder than it was.
Reality is blue.
Blues, depth and meter
Struggle in tension, release
Matter over mind
Blues and constant whir
Winter’s beauty is lost in
its length, sunlessness.
IaminastateofdenialandIboastofmyun-livelihood.
Shame,beingashamed,andthedistancebetweenthethoughts,realities.
Itisuselesstohopeforbetterthings.Mustnow
GETOFFASS.GO.DO.
