my san serif self
drifts back a thousand days
I was just a number
just a cog of irrelevance
yet I gave away so much
custom words to showcase
in case my hidden pain
comes thru
new miata friend, finally
our parking garage routine
I'm with steve
not sure if we failed
where's my rifle
give me back my time
I wait on a spark
a thought of depression
replace it with wake up,
be here
wild while wanting
reading a poem
listening to julia shapiro
a perfect version of sadness