i found her again today, in one of my cabinets, she was one of my perpetual irrational habits…
i found memories of what used to be surprisingly in my cabinetry, her name in which i dare not utter, for it might put to shambles what has come to be cleaned up clutter…
it was a weird time and a weirder place,like iraqi conflicts we claim to be accomplishing something but just where occupying space… and at the end of it all im stuck in this place, with this bag full of trash ive identified with contents as we both were stamped waste…
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment