Solitude’s handshake grips tightly

The hint of salt on my lips reminds me of yesterday’s cringe

Small meaningless moments, for them, not for me

Replayed thoughts caught in a loop, round and round, they continue to turn


Unseen ravens, perched upon my shoulder

Aimless walks, through canyons of speculation and made up truths

Unable to find protection from the rain, alpacas falling from the sky

I put on my headphones, hoping to stop the world



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