I’ve watched them fade
thin out in personality
and importance
because the things
that they believe
were antiquated thoughts
completely
wrong
I can’t celebrate
who they are
because we’re damaged
for their actions
broken at those
greedy gnarled hands
when each one
slips away
into the dark
whatever
all I can think
with no guilt
is
good riddance
I keep a brass bowl of paperclips from a man that didn't want to even give all of it away but he had to because there was no use for anything like that anymore sometimes I stare at it and wonder if th
it's days like this with the sun blaring and the birds calling with mowers in the distance that I know I wasn't made for summer but I can't help feel the flickering neon lights of anticipation in the
There's a metal cup of coffee getting cold somewhere in a house where someone has forgotten that they even made it because the weight of living in this place and the amount of money owed has taken hol
