Love aint the answer, nor is work. The truth eludes me so much it hurts, but I'm still having fun and I guess that's the key,I'm a twentysomething and I'll keep bein' me

7.06.2008

what nobody mentions:

fringed fingernails from a gross twenty-two year habit
how frighteningly overside our egos are when we call something a "sky-scraper"
the arbitrariness of mountains of shoe boxes in landfills
the loss of love confessions sprayed on highway overpasses
mildew on washcloths
how they once perceived everything had a nervous system
(& how maybe they still feel sad when someone picks a flower)

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