(mailing me to you isn't as easy as I'd thought it would be)

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What’s wrong?
The shitment is gone?
I thought it was sent?

Wait…
That’s not what I meant.
This slow deliverance is with deliberate sense?
Predicaments sent in boxes. Shit loads!
Lost in the back. It’s ok. Have a free coupon.
No one did this against you it’s just the cause… (of the defect).
Eventually we’ll work it all out. I’ll send you your boxes.
Loads of shit.
I guess that’s what I get for being human… idiot.

Hold on a sec, this feels good.
Water on my face looking up at the rain.
How could I complain about my circumstances?
Chances are…
We’re not so far from what lie beyond clouds in the sky.
Through the wind I keep my fire alive… on my way home… coming up the steps.
Little desire to know what’s next… since I already have a good idea.
It doesn’t matter. I don’t need to know it all at once… what’s the fun in that?
Looking within myself after answers… and finding more to question.

Why am I here? Where is “here” at?

Time out.
Pause the moment and make some coffee.
I will love you always regardless.
This is as simple as it gets.
I look at you and smile… and you smile back.
We share this while sipping on our own flavors.
Yours cream and sugar… mine no sugar, black.


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