airflow in a railroad apartment. hues of yellow and slow mornings/afternoons. it hurts when you think about it, it hurts when you don't. the word sadness doesn't do justice; it's too real to be sad...
the coming and going of spirits in this life is the most common and most earth-shaking thing. the biggest part of my mind is instructing, almost begging to move forward. seems cruel.
this life is short
this apartment is long
both of these things containing my self
are sick, sick too
and must collapse
(if only for tahday)