Can you fall in love. in love. with things you may never touch? Rattle. Shake.Boom. Same old Same old. The world is burning. Up from the ceiling. And I am a robot.
I drove to work with the pigments of anxiety smearing the early morning sky. Will I ever wake up to something different? Like children finger-painting onto the floor boards. Making a mess of everything I wish I was.
But I'm going to live for those tiny moments. When life is clear and calm. Because living for the future means I'm missing the precious pieces of now. A million little ones that determine tomorrow.
I appreciate the over. and over. Not the routine. I am your stunt girl. My heart is your scribble. Erase Erase, try again.
One day, it'll come.
But I'm working on my tomorrow.
The praying mantises and cockroaches know I'm working on it. This much.
And the armadillos die, resting assure it'll come, because surely it always does.
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I had supper with my shadow and we had quite the discussion, if I truly believe things can change, will I wake up to something different?
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