take 21.
my hands have been colder this year than they used to be.
bat in a cave looking at the world upside down.
always got something to say.
wings and thin fingers tell stories of nothing of nowhere.
arms stretched wide to hold the sun with little chance of success.
what a life to live.
try again tomorrow.
if you came and listened i could talk to you for hours and you would never care about a damn thing i said.
'cause breath exerted is really only polluted air at all.
& i'll say my peace, argue in a bar about the world with an old man who sees nothing but what's in front of him.
& i'll live the way i think is best for me, try and be a decent being among the shit.
& i'll listen to secrets. i'll keep them inside. i'll tell tell and talk shit.
& i'll see everything for what it is. i'll think my life is all mine and everything else just let me be.
the world will still procede as if nothing ever occured.
everything will be in the same order.
& all the world will move without skipping.
& all the world will move a.l.o.n.g.
i'm going to be married to the sky.
keep him happy for as long as i can.
cover my eyes to pretend i don't see his faults.
act as if my tongue is missing when i shouldn't speak of his secrets.
filter my ears to hear only the beauty.
and hold in all that i should.
(don't we all anyways.)
'i am better than this place'
every.one. thinks.
i am a monster just as every.one. else.
we will always do things that will eventually kill us.
a fog of acceptance, a scewed understanding, of exactly what to do about it.
i think my things work out just fine for me.
we are all the same, you know.
we just tend to exert ourselves a little differently than every.one. else.
we tend to be able to get along quite well.
we all seem to be able to find other people to be our sky wives.
just got lucky this time i think.
i guess i'll just have to wait and see. lest i say it too soon like before.
everyone looks better in black and white.
only few look better in grey.
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