That old man
He knew exactly what it was
that I needed that lighter for.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day
put the pieces back together my way.
I need new music for now
sage francis just isn’t doing it right now.
Why.
Of all things why this? If it wasn’t this what else would it be? It would be something else that is pointless, but at the same time so constraining. This bothers me too much. as if the ripples of consequences were only directed towards me. Must it always cripple me or is it only this. I wonder what it is for others, but how would I even be able to figure that out? I’d sooner be able to describe color to a man who was blind his entire life.
