"These are the moments where you pick up a pen, open your notebook and realize that you can't think of anything to write about.
we could talk about organic things,
basketball in a twilight hour
hazy dreams that glow
the kind sending signals from the future
as if to say:
You have not yet arrived,
but you will.
we could talk about masochism
fear of a life without
REAL. RAW. DISORIENTATING. EMOTION.
or something simpler.
-hatred
-contempt
-grief.
Though I wouldn't want to say to my future
"I'll be dead on arrival."
part of the broken-hearted boys club
a sergeant pepper fantasy."
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