where my heart is. being stretched across the dim floor. economic hustle tender unfeeling this is the last breath. negative certainty of utter deliverance to pity. i know, i feel pity in this relic't time. a factor of none, to one, always one and then another to face in the mirror. just look the other way. see the leaves drifting into sun and shade. always. there is no more time to spend; feeling like there is nothing left to catch on your tongue. ~ Jessica M. Wilson ahora noche dia 1248 am PST Thursday 2024 twenty twenty four
Because it exists and so do I...