He saw a million things in the half a mile that he walked alone to the grocery store.
He realized half as many things that were so random that he knew nobody would ever care.
There were branches, half-hanging from their trees, drooping low to the sidewalk dead and shattered waiting to fall and past them there was the homeless man with cancer in his eyes mumbling about the moon before it ever arrived and the lonely old man folding his laundry in the smelly, unattended laundromat and the man's rusty Nissan that was old and the color of Vaseline and as he walked by he ran his fingertips across the trunk and it burned. There was a couple--a Chinese man and his elderly partner scanning the canned food aisle and discussing political shams.
Everything looked the same once he arrived.
He napped on the sidewalk and dreamed of holocausts and spiders. Once the stars came, he started to cry.
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except
i hate the way--
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he watched the clouds below him--littering the ground, and he realized he was falling.
he thought he might want to write a book one day.
He realized half as many things that were so random that he knew nobody would ever care.
There were branches, half-hanging from their trees, drooping low to the sidewalk dead and shattered waiting to fall and past them there was the homeless man with cancer in his eyes mumbling about the moon before it ever arrived and the lonely old man folding his laundry in the smelly, unattended laundromat and the man's rusty Nissan that was old and the color of Vaseline and as he walked by he ran his fingertips across the trunk and it burned. There was a couple--a Chinese man and his elderly partner scanning the canned food aisle and discussing political shams.
Everything looked the same once he arrived.
He napped on the sidewalk and dreamed of holocausts and spiders. Once the stars came, he started to cry.
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except
i hate the way--
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he watched the clouds below him--littering the ground, and he realized he was falling.
he thought he might want to write a book one day.
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steller:
hiii! I might be coming to see you for some color soon
lemme:
That movie has a special place in my <3. I"m taking it you're a fan also...