kind of empty days. don’t apologize for them. listen to the water running. music playing. words flowing. anticipate new movies coming. eyes watering. salt in the eyes, that sting that makes you weak, unable to look people in the eye, that look down or anywhere else. rub your eyes. heartburn. you don’t chew your food well. you fall asleep with the TV on.
keep humble. if you keep humble you can see clearly. if you keep strong you stay free. think about it and you’ll see that weakness out there in the world, weak people huddled up together, crying, acting like they’re waiting to be shot off a ledge. pathetic.
I eat my
bread
and wash
all dishes
stomach ache
I read
but read
not enough
for my liking
talk but
the talk is pulp
lay across
the carpeted floor
across the bed
short of breath
congested
two lungs
that don’t understand
what is going on
yeah, the days are kind of empty. probably just what I need. so don’t worry. you will get just what you need.
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