a setup reminding me of home.
i could just express less, not
as logical, but kinda, too. I can
never escape, not too eternity,
though, 'cause i eager too fast,
which won't ever last still, still,
i'd rather say something poetic,
than say something unreal. we
should all just be honest, untake
glamours of past deals. pretend
nothing is utterly wasted, no-
thing is entirely sealed.
this coffee might smell like pop-
corn, or rather a taste somewhere
special. i've never, ever wasted
such, for every infinite's sake,
and until the end of forever, i
shall make all my mind breaks.