it used to be felt with and dealt with—more pri-vate-ly.
i've gotten used to it now, but i'm more comfortable with it then.
i could share with you this moment, forever; over and over again
theres all these platforms, theres all these things—
when i used to just lay in my room.
if my house burns down thats why i keep up with it—
these moments would live on happily forever;
we leave these trails when we're gone
occasionally i get th itch. i miss my connections.
i'm tired and i'm lonely but i dont think about it much.
this blog is here because it always was.
i stopped for awhile and it feels good to return
i hope no ones watching now—
so many things are changing; people moving on
this is . . . perhaps, transformative, for some
myself, im lost in the moment, of forever-now
occasionally, i'll drink bourbon and will see through
i hope i'm not myself, two years from now on—
we travel these fields and navigate these paths,
these memories of ourselves, will trail us forever—
informing us of our next, ever-present past.
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