That dude
Some people know exactly who they are,
others are constantly putting the pieces together,
some people don’t care about what any of this means,
others are grasping at symbols and signs anywhere they can project them,
Floating.
Sun beating down, eyes closed, quiet except the hum of nature.
Birds screaming for whatever reason, wind drifting through.
Feeling the world turn.
Lost-
In a sea of successful swimmers,
On a road littered with asshole drivers,
In the pages of glamorous social stories,
In the thoughts of comparative legacies,
I think it was the coffee from this morning that led me to this late night asylum. A cave lit by the glow of electricity on my lap. Driven to exploration when laying in bed with eyes closed wasn’t going to be enough to carry me off into wherever it is we go when our eyes are closed and strange silhouettes of…
Blank pages.
Months away from my last face to face, these entries feel like strangers.
Exchange pleasantries for the sake of it, not familiar enough to engage with more personal language.