daily without thinking
ass sitting
standard
commiserate
with others
who can rationalize pain
who can live without crying
those who can live despite dying
i wouldn't
i couldn't
i shouldn't
if there is fear
i own it
those things i hold dear
i've known it
all the times i've been expected
to be grown up
put on that smile
to the world and shown it
the kitchen
the bathmat
dust settled
on the tabletop
the silent
Santa Monica
mornings
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