i am finding variations on life, between or within days. may be love i experience or pain. may be a cold environment follows the friendly calm of tonight. nestled in my domain listening to chimes and fans beneath the weight of interstellar nihilism.
the cat cries out for no reason and breaks my sleep. now I know between these temples. Coca-Cola. the red can got the better of me.
my systems shot like nerves were years ago. I cannot hide. never again.
if friday was saturday
the cost of living was an abbreviated attention span and the tasteless smell of green in the back of your throat. the cost of living was a cold brew coffee fueling an organism programmed to turn on itself. the cost of living was an unholy alliance with anonymity, a television you paid the company to babysit for, hours on end in an armchair, and a remote to control you by. the cost of living was free.
A flash of prose I wrote about yesterday morning with a friend… http://www.katyamills.com/2015/08/friday-morning-recalled.html