Strange Week
The weather has been strange this week. The weak have been strange this "whether or not" talk...it gets to me... Apathy and criminal nature seem integrated indefinitely and for those who face it, the outcome is always the same. The same looks, the same disgust, the same fears.
The weather has been strange this week. 90 on Monday. 50 today. That's 40 degrees in between. 6 degrees times 6 plus a hand-full more. I was told today that I was thought to be thirty-four years of age. He said I looked the part. I suggested it was the tie, probably. A hand-full more days and I'll be doing push ups, perhaps or maybe I mean possibly.
The weather has been strange this week. I'm getting more congested but don't have any of the usual symptoms; not yet at least. Busy life tends to breed crash and reflect moments. Crashing and burning... The nervous glances...getting tired way too early...wishing I had something a little more revealing to say.
The weather has been strange this week. I write more and more and think less and less and read to escape silent moments when I get the feeling somebody is judging me somewhere. We all judge way too much. We tell on each other. Maybe not in the outright way, but we do. It's all there. School is turned into this special non-human place by the time you get out and do the "complete process." School is turned into something elevated when you come out all ivory tower and professorial. But we forget how logical school was. Nothing knew under the sun.
Every rose is covered with dew. And while the world is waiting for the sunrise, in my heart; it's calling for you. The weather has been strange this week.
The weather has been strange this week. 90 on Monday. 50 today. That's 40 degrees in between. 6 degrees times 6 plus a hand-full more. I was told today that I was thought to be thirty-four years of age. He said I looked the part. I suggested it was the tie, probably. A hand-full more days and I'll be doing push ups, perhaps or maybe I mean possibly.
The weather has been strange this week. I'm getting more congested but don't have any of the usual symptoms; not yet at least. Busy life tends to breed crash and reflect moments. Crashing and burning... The nervous glances...getting tired way too early...wishing I had something a little more revealing to say.
The weather has been strange this week. I write more and more and think less and less and read to escape silent moments when I get the feeling somebody is judging me somewhere. We all judge way too much. We tell on each other. Maybe not in the outright way, but we do. It's all there. School is turned into this special non-human place by the time you get out and do the "complete process." School is turned into something elevated when you come out all ivory tower and professorial. But we forget how logical school was. Nothing knew under the sun.
Every rose is covered with dew. And while the world is waiting for the sunrise, in my heart; it's calling for you. The weather has been strange this week.
posted by Mike Vasas at 12:37 PM
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