Aw, geez
Such reeling times, your mind a clash of a thousand thoughts over-baked and all too harmless, battling again with a cynicism you’d thought you’d overcome and hoping maybe you can devise a turn of phrase that’ll make it stop and… huh.
And it’s too much of a muddle of the absolute and the immediate and you’re not sure which one weighs most. Well, unfortunately you do, so realize that except for the exceptional everyone’s just looking out for their own and all the rest is just speak… brave and bravado.
You can’t pay the rent and can’t stop obsessing about strangers, cool floors in the desert strewn with shards of our history, the gloating and the growing sophistication of cruelty and greed. Your growing sense of irrelevance.
And now the only thing that clears your mind are the tulips and fruit blossoms showing off in the yard, giving in to the giddy of spring in spite of it all… and, oh, this puppy who looks like a drunk wearing flippers running over the uncut lawn toward you.
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