Tuesday, July 16, 2024

invisible ink

a day can fly and feel like a lifetime. I can laugh and cry til the ink runs. food nourishes and frightens me. figures motivate and devastate. silence is deafening. more deaths bring more life to the streets. some kind of irony; unbalanced scales. the back and forth today and tomorrow again. something means something if I care enough to make it. maybe some other time.


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