This is a sailor. A turtle sailor.
I think. Do you think?
Let’s think of it that way. Continue reading
Already I miss the sea
Already I miss the sand at my feet Continue reading
Something to think about depositing all that waste.
IBS just flushes all that time away.
*click* *click* *click*
*swipe* *swipe* *swipe*
Not even any tears
*twirl* *twirl* *twirl*
That’s it! That’s that! It’s good to see you’re finally being a man.
*crunch* *crunch* *crunch*
is the bus timetable.
Without it, just where would I be?
With it just how can I disobey it?
And so life revolves around numbers and cards.
It might be ‘just’ something, it might be not what you’d hoped.
But it’s something.
And now I’ve lost that limbo.
After seventeen months, a new record.
When you can just fade out within the fog. Like at the top of a pylon Like the bottom of a lake. Continue reading