There are days
I want to sleep away this anamnesis
Expunge any trace I was here.
Days like today when memories matter...
A matter of fact, fiction, or theory,
They really don't matter at all.
No doubt that this place is god damn beautiful.
But people reside here too.
And that displaces right much
In the syntax of how things are said and done.
I am beginning to retain hate like water,
A drought of feeling doesn't sound half bad.
I am
determined to be okay
- With humanity.
Building better things
from knowledge.
And taking advantage of
This life previously lived.
I sense that living in the "now"
Is a thing of the past.
Perhaps,
Similar to drive in movies
And ten cent stores.
You can talk yourself out of anything,
but you can't talk yourself out of being
YOU.
Time isn't a broken clock, I am afraid
dead batteries won't stop it here.
I will dive into this ocean of moments
Back and forward.
Hoping not to
drown myself
in the
process.
