navigate a page from Camus.
I am dead before read.
as long as the longing lasts quick,
right besides nicks and stars.
I might be just a restaurant in the rain.
or I might just be an odd shape,
like a boomerang or a dork.
we all walk hither,
whether the weather
sticks to our backs
or not,
despite the wishes on a drawbridge at 11:11am or pm.
your skin is easy.
eloquent.
if one of your drawbridge wishes came true,
one of your dreams may, too.
don't indict the industry of living.