Yesterday, the humidity birds to stay awake all night in celebration of warmer weather. It was pre-mature because the sky got clunky with clouds and collided to swarm of rain.
swimming tonight found that self is able to dive to sensitive persona where I get out vibrant and honest.
Walking home the snails on sidewalk after rain I hear the crunch on bottom of my shoe, leaving imprints like leopards in snow.
I walked on the wrong side of the road and my identity hasn’t recoiled to the safe side of the street.
I caught in my favor, empty before we started.
I am fails, we fail. I fight for this one, whatever I’ve got left in the tank.
I am old to know. fun in chaos.
focusing on career, work ethic to the point of settling.
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