This morning I woke up
and it wasn't that I felt alone
as much as I felt left out
of something greater
I just don't know what.
It wasn't like it hasn't happened before
it occurred to me once or twice
all in the past
but now this will last
until I'm out of my mind.
At least thats what the lass
who I last had in my arms
said to me once
in a car ride to a bar
that insanity settles in at 25.
Short stories, poems, among other play things. A constant work in progress. Forever changing.
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