2021-06-04

driveway at midnight

Tired, grey sparks ejaculating from the escalator. I sleep under a heaviness of absence. Hospitals lit up in fog--no patients but the hottest coffee in the wee-est of hours. I sometimes miss a time when I knew less than what I trick myself into thinking I know in the present day. Ego is more of a driving force when you're too young to consider the alternatives. I'm all about stealth mode, these days. Appreciating beauty without the need to pursue and possess it