i might be tired of people.
and just... living.
balance is lost to the fact
that there is never balance, really.
if there is balance for a minute, it is such an exception
so rare
that it becomes unusual, and not a balance at all.
owe so much on a student loan for experience that i've had to, for the most part, unlearn.
managers at starbucks make more money than me.
money is stupid.
can't really remember how life used to be before.
no idea how i would like it to be or how to know.
i would like to curl up (too).
(in the dream we were curled up in that room. we were preparing for a storm. (there is a storm, there is really a storm out there.) even in the dream i could tell that his skin was not yours. (loosehardlyanypressurecaughtoffguard,but still i knew) even in the dream i knew).
i would take a day off, but i have no idea what i'd do with myself all day.
curse.
america better hurry the curse up
and it'd better be recognizable.
it'd better be worth something.
even if it's just america for you
as long as it's worth something,
i'll glean direction vicariously.
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