Elegance in anything is worth the paper it is printed on.
Which is a lot in this day and age
Have you seen paper lately
printed on it,
All this time I’ve lived under the stars
and never once hurt
Even by my own standards
I’ve become a fake.
I think not.
I am sick of bringing the dog in when she barks. She has the perimeter, both of us in here, fat as hamsters, her, waiting for me to eat something and me, racked with anxiety, eating anything.
3 hrs of darkness