Tagged: human

every moment, a

this late into the

the patterns you

the patterns you
observe in time
are meant
to cushion every
anomaly, the way
packaging foam
hugs the curves
of each fruit
to hold the juices
in, keep from
bruising.
so don’t
be restless, my
dear, don’t
insist that you are
bored. sink into
the patterns
of our lives,
soak it in between
the days, the years
.
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i don’t know how to

i don’t know how to
be a proper human, i make
little notes on how

to conduct myself, scratch out
wins, circle losses with a

bruised marker, i catch
myself staring at myself,
there’s no turning back
.
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we slice into time,

the first day of the

the first day of the
rest of our lives starts like a
simple bouquet – matched

and mismatched, friends and family,
until death do us part
.
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between holding it all

between holding it all
in and not knowing
how you have held it
all in is the color
of regret, the
shape of
forgetfulness,
as natural
and unnatural
as time
.
20170524:2223
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